Artist: A Hope For Home
A cold steel womb. a distorted view.
A deafening hum that wont be subdued
We've found our being within the churning, and the gears that are turning, but to what End?
This is not what I'm meant for, this is not what i am.
A cog, a spoke in the machinery of men
That never takes us to where we haven't been.
Is it too late to take this all back?
If i plant my feet upon this trail without a reason or destination,
Then this ship has sunk before its sailed.
An endless churning roar, a labyrinth of steel and ore.
Our blood becomes the oil, a meaningless, purposeless toil.
You are all mindless sheep
Just a piece of the machine.
Keep fueling your hopeless dreams,
They will never mean a thing.
Detach: can we pull these wires from our veins?
Divide our flesh, our blood, our names.
In the face of the machine i see my reflection stand and turn, as I walk.
I'm never coming back.
|4||The Machine Stops|
|6||Post Tenebras Lux|
|7||First Light Of Dawn|
|8||The Crippling Fear|
|9||The Warmth Of The Heavens|
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|A Hope For Home - Realis Album Lyrics|
|4.||The Machine Stops|
|6.||Post Tenebras Lux|
|7.||First Light Of Dawn|
|8.||The Crippling Fear|
|9.||The Warmth Of The Heavens|
|2||The House Where You Were Born|
|5||Out Of Ruin, Misery|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|
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