Towards Tedious Nightmare by Neurotech
Still we ride
Still we ride
(With no meaning, we grow cold)
Wasted days - Beyond recognition
In the times of the fall
Long steps towards second beginning
If the goal - Has no meaning at all
With no meaning at all
Still we ride towards tedious nightmare
Corrupt emotional wage
Cold incision - To spark the needs to remain
No hope in veins
Wasted years through change and repression
While the towers fall
Decadence reveals the illusion
Behind plastic face - We grow cold
We grow cold
Still we ride towards tedious nightmare
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