Golden Age

What machinery can create

Forcing bodies

To the rhythm

Be a part of it

It's your machine life can be forever

Deny all this you used to live for and let your impulse go

Beshelter you grief last miss the clue

And show your ears to the pain that rose

Now

That I can walk

This way

Power in spring

Or mine and soon

Will stay

Wait for the crying line

All that wasn't fun to be

Decidable

Is dead is gone

Conform

A deep respect

For personality

Is right we're wrong

See my friend what matters in this grief place is what you feel

Tell me what do you feel

Just don't ask

And try

To look behind it all cause money

Just not the mountening

Questions

All that wasn't fun to be

Decidable

Is dead is gone

Conform

A deep respect

For personality

Is right we're wrong

See my friend what matters in this grief place is what you feel

Tell me what do you feel

Just don't ask

And try

To look behind it all cause money

Just not the mountening

Questions