The Avalanche Diaries - [In] Machines

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Expulse my imagination / Billions of thoughts escaping my forehead
My own perception is making it’s way to the Maker
If the signs are correct / This would be the most horrible time
For the weak, for the last ones left behind
Planets collisions are guiding our epiphany / There is no one supreme being
It’s only the awareness about growing up in machines
Wires, steel, gears have been taken place on this humanity
Taking my holy possessions / To see if there’s a way out
Before the dark Machine replaces my own heart
Save yourself / This happens only everytime, I try to fight It against my will
Run for your life
Can I maintain my conformation / Blurry portraits guided by idiocy
It doesn’t halt it’s a progression / Modern cages exposing our alibis
Wires, steel, gears have been taken place on this humanity
Our own consistency is doubtful / We are growing up in machines