: Have I no control, is my soul not mine? Am I not just man, destiny defined? Never to be ruled nor held to heel. Not heaven or hell, just the land
: A million faces, each a million lies for each and all a chrome disguise prompts for action, force reaction embody promise in a sheen so pure. Hurt,
: Procratinating, pretending to worry Solving problems by pushing them aside Wasting time like we've all the time in the world Deliberation instead
: Everybody wants to live in a lie But why should we delude ourselves It's not as if we can't see something's wrong Where's the duty to what's right
: I stood above them all and watched for days. I felt as though my own kind were all that mattered and kept me sane. I gathered them to me, watched their
: How many years since you found yourself Staring at an endless sky? Unaware of yourself Who you are and where you're going Only living Only breathing
: In the face of grave defeat Are heard cries for mercy No barrier of self control No innocent composure Abusing love and, like a child, Inflicting
: Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve. A nation that stands alone. Cold voices, faces pale, gathered unto their judgement day. Such pride
: I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel Hoping what you need is behind every door Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change Because
: Find it in you, raise your eyes Look beyond the place you stand Towards the furthest reaches And to the smallest of things The sound you are hearing
: Before me plays the endless film Relentless splinters I recall Each living thing breathes life Only sentiment remains To liquid born, from patterns
: Here among the streets static noise of moving lines isolated locked in time along the crowded streets faces unknowen pass me by filtered signals in
: Hours from sunrise, here in the heart of darkness Where even demons fear to tread Restraints that hold you down and render you helpless Behind the
: The hope of my redemption, is such that I believe that I am free. To confess would bring me no salvation, I alone hold the power to forgive me. And
: (from 'Gene Generation') (Instrumental)
: (Instrumental)
