Machines of the time
Two birds in a mine
Guess you are a bomb
Burning out along
Machines of the time
Skull warriors on ground
Bring me back all drunk
Guess I may be lost

I know sometimes my time is unconed
It’s buried in world’s brain
Machines of the time
Stole all that was mine
Why are you trying to raise
That old healed man?

He likes the wet ground
He looks the trees as giants
Machines of the time
You stole all that was mine
You tend to be addictive
As all lies I beg
Face! My face scaped
And that was like you thanking

Brave new world
Brave new world
Brave new world
Brave new world
That’s not mine
That’s not mine
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