Cadaveres De Tortugas: "Misgiving 2000" Lyrics

A dream made of plastic

Desire sways me

Death by the central power

Will find you maybe

Torture-awakening

Brain-dead loneliness

Mass drifts with the current

Are they really humen?

I hate this techno-logical belief

I don't wanna talk to answering machines

Mass-loneliness in this age of disease

Why don't you let me hide behind my dreams?

Soul has been left behind

Blind fight into a passion

Sell yourself as a member of the

daily-routine nation

Don't run away, you can't

Machine keeps eyes on you

They can't see through your walls

Your mind has been bought