Step into the rhythm of a head on collision,
corrosion leaves scars 'pon the inside
hands are tied, eyes open wide,
difficulties [bad word] with time
coloured by beauty, the soil, the sea,
never once did you think this can happen to
we always trying to master the slave
now i look to save the slave in me
in memories, the pressures are lifted, [bad word] again from born in another form
restricted by restrain marked clearly by an absent stain.
in desperate times, we pay a price,
then gasp and scream as them twist the knife.
see this is not a presence unseen, 
it's a future past from machete to machine
open up to the physical...
the cracks was there, in need of repair
but you left them to fend for themselves
watch chaos ensue, as if you never knew

Maybe just maybe we should tell you
Maybe just maybe we can feel you
Maybe just maybe we can save you
Maybe just maybe we will kill you

Coloured views of the soil, the sea
never once did you think this could happen to me
always trying to master the slave
now i look to save the slave in me
future plans simply ripped from our means
we [bad word] left with death and disease
from stroke of a pen, from beneath we descends
into a never ending bottomless shift

Theres a World
Theres a World of a word
Theres a Word of some words
Theres a Word of some Worlds

Blood on boil on the flesh
mechanisms on [bad word]  like the steel on a wheel
while the numbers makes sense
dividing visible power with the speed of desire
subtract the presence of guilt from the riches of pleasure
now your opened up to the physical
the cracks was there, in need of repair
but you left them to fend for themselves
watch chaos ensue, as if you never knew

Maybe just maybe we should tell you
Maybe just maybe we can feel you
Maybe just maybe we can save you
Maybe just maybe we will kill you

Coloured views of the soil, the sea
never once did you think this could happen to
we always trying to master the slave
now i look to save the slave in me