The Dawning Age by Nodes Of Ranvier Lyrics
As we bow to soverignity, I'm feeling programmed by your....
Carry me away. Take me away from here
My head has got the best of me again
But now I'm finding, damn your lying
This charade has got to end
Through organized deception, we become investments
As an attempt to commercialize pain
Have we no shame? As we bow to sovereignity
Flesh and bone machines worked their way in me
This competition, forced opinion takes its toll on me
The dawning age of dehumanization
As we bow to sovereignity, I'm feeling programmed tuned by your lies
Swallow the light, lies it feels warm inside
Through organized deception, we've become investments
There's no moving me. Right here is where I'll be
It's gonna take more than words to get a rise from me
There's no moving me. Swallow the light. Lies. It feels warm inside
Swallow the light. Lies. They mudered the mind
Murdering minds. Lies....... it feels warm inside
Plastic silicone goddess. International tele-violence
Neurological battering offense. Mutilation of the conscience
The only reception clear to me, is this longing for eternity
Carry me away. Take me away from here
My head has got the best of me again
But now I'm finding, damn your lying
This charade has got to end
Through organized deception, we become investments
As an attempt to commercialize pain
Have we no shame? As we bow to sovereignity
Flesh and bone machines worked their way in me
This competition, forced opinion takes its toll on me
The dawning age of dehumanization
As we bow to sovereignity, I'm feeling programmed tuned by your lies
Swallow the light, lies it feels warm inside
Through organized deception, we've become investments
There's no moving me. Right here is where I'll be
It's gonna take more than words to get a rise from me
There's no moving me. Swallow the light. Lies. It feels warm inside
Swallow the light. Lies. They mudered the mind
Murdering minds. Lies....... it feels warm inside
Plastic silicone goddess. International tele-violence
Neurological battering offense. Mutilation of the conscience
The only reception clear to me, is this longing for eternity