Rusted gears, among the silver pieces.
A stark contrast, a cruel contrast.
Forgotten, lay lies and old hatreds.
Behind the cage, sealed away in shadows.
Start to break their bonds.
The new prospers, the old declines.
Hearts become weak and cruel.
Minds forget past teachings.
And let the world slowly fall apart, that may soon shatter.
Artificial souls, clash and intertwine.
With natural born souls, or with each other.
A repeating fate, repeats a dark history.
The trigger lies in the shadows, behind the cage.
As it finally breaks, hell comes.
Once clean hands, are stained red.
Pieces of silver, are scattered like glass.
False words, only leave one broken.
Lies, drag many into shadows.
Hate, destroys everything.
Red, black, silver, bronze, white and grey.
Are scattered like the broken mirror.
Scattered like you, broken like me.
Natural born, your covered in red.
Artificial soul, I’m silver and bronze.
I’m blue, purple, grey.
Shattering.
The metal solders are falling.
The white flag is red.
A skyscraper is rubble.
Their all dead.
Repeating, repeating.
The false words, the lies, the hate.
Is turning all red and bronze.
To a dull grey.
Rusted gears, among the silver pieces.
A stark contrast, a cruel contrast.
Natural born, your gone.
Artificial soul, there is only one left.
Me, I’m alone, waiting.
For green.
Me covered in bronze and purple.
In dull grey.
Alone.
Until the clock is turned back.
Lights fade and shine.
Metal turn silver and bronze.
You’ll fade, I’ll rust.
I’ll turn it white.
I’ll turn it green.
I’ll break everything.
I’ll break myself.
Rusted gears, are time.
That I’ll turn back.
So shall we repeat,
Or start from scratch.
Natural born,
And me, Artificial soul.
Won’t it be quite chaotic, me/you;
