Disarmonia Mundi - Mechanichell

growling in this side it couldn't be so real to believe that in our small and stacked lives our left time is running still mechanichell for us is set beyond the black white line infernal grief in heaven not a switch caught aside a narrow cold trip I feel my life became an old set where I can see the gears dance I know my life became an old set wheels dance and we take their step months are days in this set we'll never see again mother earth we are just cogwheels, no hero the part that grinds reverse in course of time, we are the rust beyond the black white line infernal grief in heaven don't live twice the resurrection comes destroy the life for your time your time