كلمات Thought Resin

Carbon filling void. Evacuate my mind.... .... Every footstep tread before, and followed by a million more..... .... Living in our filth, ingesting present we heave pollution..... Every footstep turns the cog..... .... Semi sentient machines.... Known as human beings..... .... Disconnected reality keeping the slaves at bay..... .... Transcriber, mislead hollow heads interpretate existence..... Become the dust of thoughts before.... Prisoners of this planet..... .... Trudging towards demise cadavers all with sunken eyes.....