| Lost machine, giant maze
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| Big engine, cruising space
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| Ozone years, controlled daze… keeps the engine running
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| Silver beams, analyze
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| Robot teams, supervise
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| That was then, this is now… it must run anyhow
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| Don’t you try, to know why
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| We can’t talk, close that door
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| My father, remembers
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| Grand-father, remembers
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| Patching holes, in the sky… it’s running all of the time
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| I can tell, this is hell
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| No one talks, no one talks
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| One day will we understand
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| How much the future is here right now?
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| One day will they understand…
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| How true… the future is here, and how!
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| Remain silent
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| Lost machine, never fails
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| 3-D screen, one message
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| Keep working, generate… it’s the same everyday
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| Don’t you try, to know why
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| I can’t talk, close that door
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| My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. |
| This
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| Stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago,
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| Since the machine started working. |
| Our mission… my mission, to reach
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| Central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine…
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| And blow the precious generator… I do not want to have to pass this
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| Down to my own son… |