Chain Driven Sunset

If you awake in the break of day and night

or in the sundown lake searching the stars above

you watch the void and the shapes darker than dark

sprockets of skies the gearing of this ark

I recall - first time I saw through

I recall - the weight of the truth

I recall - the panic when I saw engines in dark

I have cried at the tube of the moon

I have wailed at the machines in soil

I have cried at the construction of the engines of light

the clockwork surrounding our petty lifes

the system artificially natural

the morning dew the coolant condesation

of the bearing (of) mechanical hand of god

I have tried to tell everyone

I have failed to make them see

I have been discarded as freak by this society

chain-driven sunset, cold machines rule the night

chain-driven sunset, I can't bear i was right!

I have looked into the temple of mine

I have cut into flesh and bone

I´m afraid i can confirm now engines in me

chain-driven sunset, cold machines rule the night

chain-driven sunset, I can't bear i was right!

What should I trust? When all I know is different.

What should I trust? When all I´ve learnt is false.

What to believe in? Machines enclosed the known.

What to believe in? Concept of nature gone..

And what of us? When did we get constructed?

And what of us? Purpose of our design?

When will it come? At word of great mekanik

when will it come? We would be called to work.

I fear the day we learn our destination

I fear the day we learn our destiny

our history training in mass destruction

our history prepares us to our aim.