paroles de chanson Heart of Darkness - Rifle

All those generations
Burning in the sun
Doing for their masters
What slaves have always done
All of that potential
Squandered in the dust
Tears and sweat are flowing
But the machine won't rust

Heart of Darkness
Heart of Darkness

Your body is your prison
Your mind is your curse
Don't think about it too much
That only makes it worse
The story of your life
Until your life is done
Keep your shoulder to the wheel
And don't stare into the sun

Heart of Darkness
Heart of Darkness

A Tesla in the trenches
A Mozart in the mines
A Curie in the sweatshop
A Klimt on the front lines
How many generations
Have lost their greatest minds
To fuel the dark machinery
That feeds upon mankind

Heart of Darkness
Heart of Darkness