There Is Merit In Surviving – A I D – letras

It feels like it was ages ago.It was not.I can still remember all those metal animals.Those called bringers of progressWhich were created to settle down the bases of todays comfortwhich were the cause of pride and vanity.Then came the day, wood turned into reflecting surfaces, windshield wippers,and oil stations with golden anunciatior panelsbut where’s the need?where’s the fucking necessity?It looks like we still don’t have the right to the word.The ancient times in wich we were owners of ourselvesSound like fables, no one will give a damn in less than a year.the gears of a mechanism that is waiting to feedits innermost part with the reminderTunnels were dug for us.Torches illuminate the shadows under the surfaceand its just there, far away from plastic influence,where we still feel we’re a part from earthExiled from our concience