Texty písní Cryptic Slaughter

Cryptic Slaughter

Too Much, Too Little

You’re advancements in technology

Aren’t all they’re cracked up to be

Life becomes more complicated

Human knowledge becomes outdated

Is that what you meant to do?

Use the world as your tool

No room for my own beliefs

This nightmare becomes reality

Too much technology

Too little control

Machines replace people

Wires replace their souls

World with little to lose

And even less to gain

Time stands still

As the worms eat into my brain

The worms eat into my brain

I won’t be made machine

I’d rather stay myself, human being

Another number in the book of life

Another robot seeing through your eyes

Time slips by as my mind decays

It seems to get worse every fucking day

You see a country on the rise

What I see is a country’s decline

I’ve begun to see new light

My future dreams are in my sight

You can’t take my strong resistance

I see beyond your shallow existence

With time you’ll control it all

The world awaits on your call

You’ll have the power that you need

For your mechanic society