Mental - The Time Of Machines | Текст песни

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• The Time Of Machines

I want present the Time of Machine,
The greatest time of our nation,
It isnt nightmare on Skynet;
But tale about the Internet.

How much we need a smartphone!
It isnt the simple telephone!
It is the greatest thing in your life
More important than darling wife.

The Machines rules your routine;
They change themselves even your kid;
They was created to help us;
At present they destroyed you just.

Welcome to the Time of Machine!
It is power generation!
Always you must be online!
Otherwise you`re not divine!

Now your heart is full of gear,
These computers everywhere....
The Machines rule this world.

The Machine should help you;
Initially, it is true;
It had to give freedom,
Alas, it grabed your home.

It captured your nice eyes;
It enslaved you by its files;
It drained your clear tears,
It allowed forget your big cares.

Computer, toaster, microwave,
TV, big car, icebox and player.

Welcome to the Time of Machine!
It is power generation!
Always you must be online!
Otherwise you`re not divine!

Now your brain is full of gear,
These devices everywhere....
The Machines rule these hearts.

Yes, this song was written on a netbook,
Ironically, I wish I had read the book,
I warned, It isnt sing on Skynet,
This sing was written via the Internet.

Welcome to the Time of Machine!
It is power generation!
Always you must be online!
Otherwise you`re not divine!

Now your flesh is full of gear,
These destroyers everywhere....
The Machines control us.