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Dying Passion progressive-rock / Šumperk

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Text skladby Surveillance


z alba Absorb

Autor hudby: Dying Passion
Autor textu: Zuzana Jelínková

Born in love, lost in the system.
Computers rule the world,
Determine the path from childhood.
They follow me all around.
They’ve got the upper hand in
Whatever I do, Wherever I go,
Face to face with this enemy I appear so small.
Where do I belong?

Save me, because I’m falling apart,
Give me strength to start
All over again.
Relieve me, because my hopes are fading,
Yet a piece of the human lives inside.

All that I wanted they took away from me,
Stole my identity,
Now I have to live in this cruel reality.
They don’t care if I behold the truth or lie,
My paltry body interlaced with lines.

We’ve got to pay,
We’ve got no brains,
No one’s to blame.