18.61 Songtext
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18.61 Songtext
Something mixed up, it grinds me down
Squealing tires twist my mind into space
Waves of disturbance, they crash my car
The new threads tie me to a tree
The metallic pulse of machines
I am lost to the metallic pulse of machines
My body calcifies, I′m turned into a cold frame Unable to deviate from the course of program
Feel every dark current of oblivion
Unable to lose the lost memory
I am lost to the metallic pulse of machines
I am lost to the metallic pulse of machines
Pushing my mind away to self-molested
Why does heaven come to matter no more?
Squealing tires twist my mind into space
Waves of disturbance, they crash my car
The new threads tie me to a tree
The metallic pulse of machines
I am lost to the metallic pulse of machines
My body calcifies, I′m turned into a cold frame Unable to deviate from the course of program
Feel every dark current of oblivion
Unable to lose the lost memory
I am lost to the metallic pulse of machines
I am lost to the metallic pulse of machines
Pushing my mind away to self-molested
Why does heaven come to matter no more?
Writer(s): Michael Justian, Robert Fish, Trivikrama Dasa, Vic Dicara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
