I used to admire old machines in the late 90's
Things seemed be stuck in time, musty smell

Everything was simpler on cold afternoons
Autumn Equinox
I would like to remember
Where we all drifted apart

They put us in an aggressive desire
For consumption and repetition
Just didn't expect to meet our organized
And passionate resistance

I remember one day
Wanting to be like them
And also being a white boy
Hugging his father at the end of the day

Now they are burning everything
And trying to put it out with oil
They dance upon the bodies
Of the beautiful witches of the forest

Were just little innocents protected
By the sky and the trees
Anyway we are doomed
And there is no way to pay the bill

In times of trouble
We really know each other
We are forced to be ourselves
Or as close as possible

In front of someone else
You have no choice but to tell the truth
Ideal circumstances to obtain feelings
Ideas and reflections
Frenzy