7. Golden Age

What machinery can create [forcing bodies] to the rhythm
Be a part of it [it's your machine, life can be forever]
Deny all this, you used to live for and let your impulse go
[beshelter you grief, last miss the clue]
[and show your ears to the pain that rose] 

Now [that I can walk] this way [power in spring]
[or mine and soon] will stay [wait for the crying line] 

All that wasn't fun to be [decidable] is dead, is gone
Conform [a deep respect] for personality [is right, we're wrong]
See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel
Tell me, what do you feel
Just don't ask [and try] to look behind it all cause money
[just not the mountening] questions 

All that wasn't fun to be [decidable] is dead, is gone
Conform [a deep respect] for personality [is right, we're wrong]
See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel
Tell me, what do you feel
Just don't ask [and try] to look behind it all cause money
[just not the mountening] questions