Neverending War - Mechanical Toy In The People's Country | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Neverending War
• Mechanical Toy In The People's Country

Mechanical artificial human...
Primitive...
An incubator is your house.
A serial number on your chest, blind!
Only one program’s in your mind
I’ll come for you.
I’ll take out the artificial heart from you.
I shall force you to think as a human.
Your time has come, It’s time to live.
Get out of your skin. Now you are free.
The mechanical fuckin’ iron toy become alive.
Now your life has a sort of sense.