Here we are at the door
we've walked this far
surely we are all responsible
for what He has done
the only universal law
how far have you come
are you a head in the race
from the sound of the machine gun blast
each one a false start
begin again or cancel out
here we are at the door
we'll have walked this far
we responsible for what has been done
is it good?
you oil the machine
that grinds your souls to dust
to keep your appearance
the way it is
always been done
who are you?
declare the universal title
bow down to my false dawn
morning may come.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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you oil the machine that grinds your souls to dust to keep your appearance the way it is always been done.
you oil the machine...it is seems like the "you" is the self mechanic...the machine and the machinist.
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