no feeding hope for tomorrow to me
the gates have closed for good
ash and smoke bursting from the dusty pipes
the clouds move forth to dim the light

my newborn soul has lost it's will to wake at dawn
a machine I've become

and the fires in the caves the hammers all enraged
the silence in my ache has no time to prepare
as my unfilled dreams depart and the free lives so afar
for my bride I'd give my heart but I don't have one anymore

children with fingers frozen
scratch the soil below a thousand miles
the victims of a better future your lie
walking attached to these endless chains

I can't move I can't watch
as the pieces fall into place
living corpses slaves of blood
fighting for their lives in a way

and the bright of the sun changes grey
and the bright changes to grey