Out of this cage
Out of this role of the future survivor
"Today – the aim of your living
Don't care of your seeds
The sowing is over"
They're advertising, stamping apathy-an inner built of machinery
A machine within an engine of desperation
They made me suffer, they made me ill
This seed-last of the plants without virus of hate-plague
How to put it, where to and when?
The soil is infected
They're fertilizing the ground with apathy-an inner built of machinery
Ill of this desolation
Only I have those sparkling dreams?
Only I have those thoughts?
Strobe light visions- ones and zeros again and again
Every time I think of my seed it burns the freezing cold
The sowing is over, the harvest is on
The machine within-the harvester's on
The machine within-the harvest is on