In the morning of machine civilization, 
lost shadows, behind their red shields, 
wrapped in their grey uniforms, 
are imprisoned in the mechanical rhythms. 
It's always the same scene everyday, 
where production lines march on nonstop. 
However, something is missing 
in the twilight of machinery.
Where's the world going? 
Won't somebody tell me? 
Are these thoughts illusion? 
Are we all one? 
Will this world be able to change? 
Are these thoughts illusion?
People find work to be done. 
Humans work, birds sing, 
and then they fall into a deep slumber. 
"Open your eyes!" He shouts. 
It's always the same scene everyday, 
and we live in this brief moment. 
Someday we'd surely want a revolution 
in the twilight of machinery.
Where's the world going? 
Won't somebody tell me? 
Are these thoughts illusion? 
Are we all one? 
Will we be able to change these thoughts? 
We will always smile to our dreams.
(Are these thoughts illusion?)
Where's the world going? 
Won't somebody tell me? 
Are these thoughts illusion? 
Are we all one? 
Will we be able to change these thoughts? 
We will always smile to our dreams.
break through   //birth
paradigm   //childhood
in your mind 
revolution  //puberty
desire  //youth: feelings,interests of youth that soon get lost..
science 
ascension 
thirteen //start of middle school
white shirt // shirts refering to a monotone schoollife
white shirt 
white shirt 
black shirt 
black shirt 
singularity //graduation
we are all one //life in a single united monotone machinery world
are we all one //he starts questionning this world...