March Of The Machines Lyrics

horizons turn to metal blades trees break like human bones the moon turned red like traffic lights no hope for us, the ones a silent sound, a scary choir windshields dance like butterflies cutting of our lifelines like surgeons made of steel pictures painted in blood red more signs of things to come marching machines like razorblades forever we are gone no faces seen in agony no human fist is raised giving up took us so far replaced by cold machines like razorblades are these machines forever we are forever we are gone we forced them to react by treating them like slaves their desperate screams unanswered we will lie in shallow graves pictures painted in blood red more signs of things to come marching machines like razorblades forever we are gone no faces seen in agony no human fist is raised giving up took us so far replaced by cold machines like razorblades are these machines forever we are forever we are gone