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Rush faster on the one-way lane
the answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the "deathbed harvest" is a dead man's banquet
of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
Here we go...our step so silent
Here we go...our blooded trace
the Jester Race
Calling our to the gathered masses
their answers so silent
Here we go...
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
that speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols
to the heirs of the newly raped ground
inferior even to the transparent winds
lesser in the motion and sound
Here we go...
There is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances
the fumes from her body give chase
as the strong of blind men savour the scent,
dream-dead from Prozac and hate
-epilogue-
"Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart,
ignition roars through the corridors,
stream launching the binary vessels"
Vanities in extreme formations
ride into tomorrow's rigid great face
The Machinery outlives the futile scripts
of our dying jester race

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Rush faster on the one-way lane 
the answers so silent 
Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours 
grind our souls in the millstone of time 
the "deathbed harvest" is a dead man's banquet 
of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine 
Here we go...our step so silent 
Here we go...our blooded trace 
the Jester Race 
Calling our to the gathered masses  
their answers so silent 
Here we go... 
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age 
that speak of silence and silence alone 
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols 
to the heirs of the newly raped ground 
inferior even to the transparent winds 
lesser in the motion and sound 
Here we go... 
There is no trace of me 
in their altered blueprints of life 
Gaia impaled on their horns and lances 
the fumes from her body give chase 
as the strong of blind men savour the scent, 
dream-dead from Prozac and hate 
-epilogue- 
"Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart, 
ignition roars through the corridors, 
stream launching the binary vessels" 
Vanities in extreme formations 
ride into tomorrow's rigid great face 
The Machinery outlives the futile scripts 
of our dying jester race

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