Текст песни Intronaut - Speaking Of Orbs

Оригинальный текст песни Speaking Of Orbs

No god from the machine
No saviors lay in wait
We’ve left the wooded valley
Headed toward the precipice
This mountain is a monster
Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb

Austerity bites, severe, serene
Luddites try as they might
Discontents appear in every face
And dwell upon every tongue