Lost machine, giant maze
 Big engine, [bad word] space
 Ozone years, controlled daze... keeps the [bad word] 

 Silver beams, analyze
 Robot teams, supervise
 That was then, this is now... it [bad word] anyhow

 Don't you try, to know why
 We can't talk, close that door

 My father, remembers
 Grand-father, remembers
 Patching holes, in the sky... [bad word] all of the time

 I can tell, this is [bad word] 
 No one talks, no one talks
 One day will we understand
 How much the future is here right now?
 One day will they understand...
 How [bad word] .. the future is here, and how!

 Remain silent

 Lost machine, never fails
 3-screen, one message
 Keep working, generate... it's the same everyday

 Don't you try, to know why
 I can't talk, close that door

 My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. This
 stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago,
 since the machine started working. Our mission... my mission, to reach
 central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine...
 and blow the precious generator... I do not want to have to pass this
 down to my own son...