Besedila:
Nevermore Politics In Ecstasy

nothing Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these: Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy

: Every man will ask the questions, and every man will suffer blame and loss Every day you die a little, understand the change and choose your path

: All passenger prepare the game ritual: There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone Hands never laid on the wheel, content

: I taste the fear to numb the tear, trapped by the source of my infection I play the martyr submerged in this pool, the corporation used me like they

: Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die, pushing limits into the ground Until I never come down Burning through lifetimes without form, pure

: I think therefore I am, I live and so I wonder, programmed this empath me And I see no religion The circle never ends,the purpose never changes face

Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die, pushing limits into the ground Until I never come down Burning through lifetimes without form, pure

All passenger prepare the game ritual: There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone Hands never laid on the wheel, content,

us nothing Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these: Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy