Songtexte:
Job For A Cowboy Entombment Of A Machine

begin to strain. Entombment of a machine. Entombment of a machine. What stands before us, Is not a machine. What stands before us, Is not a machine

program kept you breathing, it kept you alive. These circuits diffused once more. We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, Entombment of a machine