Текст песни Assembly Line Asylum - Synastry

From a colossal and fertile yolk, this creature rises
An ambler of wire and flesh, and stitched bypasses

Corruption of self, an excuse to feed
On enemy ground, we're planting the seed
Facing the tremors that rearrange
Landscapes we've known, to sulk in pain

For a distorted and horrific sense of wonder
We disturb the natural balance of synapses
From the time we are given in life, we make our choices
To be part of the chain

Forcing a change, sensations to bleed
Under blood red skies, we're growing our greed
Trusting our flesh, or the moat in God's eye
To seduce life, with our own designs!

And from the patchwork of chaos, a spark inside us dwells
Machine made men made in batches
Allusions to freedom expel
All that we know to be true, is but a pattern of codes
Living inside 1s and 0s, and no fear of the unknown

Butcher my cause, invert the scene
Deny the gods with this razors sheen
Let go your life, its now time
Stand on your feet, and embrace life!

Our own self awareness is our curse...
It's our curse, awareness...

We are machine made men, pity us
We are unsalvageable, pity us
So we've come this far, lavish us
So we've earned these scars, lavish us...

And from the patchwork of chaos, a spark inside us dwells
Machine made men made in batches
Allusions to freedom expel
All that we know to be true, is but a pattern of codes
Living inside 1s and 0s, and no fear of the unknown

Our own self awareness is our curse...
It's our curse, awareness...