There Is Merit In Surviving 가사

It feels like it was ages ago.it was not. I can still remember all those metal animals. Those called bringers of progress Which were created to settle down the bases of todays comfort Which were the cause of pride and vanity. Then came the day, wood turned into reflecting surfaces, windshield wippers, And oil stations with golden anunciatior panels But 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 ourselves Sound like fables, no one will give a damn in less than a year. The gears of a mechanism that is waiting to feed Its innermost part with the reminder Tunnels were dug for us. Torches illuminate the shadows under the surface And its just there, far away from plastic influence, Where we still feel we're a part from earth Exiled from our concience