Step into the rhythm of a head on collision, corrosion leaves scars 'pon the inside hands are tied, eyes open wide, difficulties that come with time coloured by beauty, the soil, the sea, never once did you think this can happen to we always trying to master the slave now i look to save the slave in me in memories, the pressures are lifted, come again from born in another form restricted by restrain marked clearly by an absent stain. in desperate times, we pay a price, then gasp and scream as them twist the knife. see this is not a presence unseen, it's a future past from machete to machine open up to the physical... the cracks was there, in need of repair but you left them to fend for themselves watch chaos ensue, as if you never knew Maybe just maybe we should tell you Maybe just maybe we can feel you Maybe just maybe we can save you Maybe just maybe we will kill you Coloured views of the soil, the sea never once did you think this could happen to me always trying to master the slave now i look to save the slave in me future plans simply ripped from our means we can't compete left with death and disease from stroke of a pen, from beneath we descends into a never ending bottomless shift Theres a World Theres a World of a word Theres a Word of some words Theres a Word of some Worlds Blood on boil on the flesh mechanisms on stress comin' like the steel on a wheel while the numbers makes sense dividing visible power with the speed of desire subtract the presence of guilt from the riches of pleasure now your opened up to the physical the cracks was there, in need of repair but you left them to fend for themselves watch chaos ensue, as if you never knew Maybe just maybe we should tell you Maybe just maybe we can feel you Maybe just maybe we can save you Maybe just maybe we will kill you Coloured views of the soil, the sea never once did you think this could happen to we always trying to master the slave now i look to save the slave in me