Earthmachine

The Joke

The gear doesn't stop
And I must keep oiled
So I do
While they kill my dreams

Smoke that grows dark
And makes me sick

How could
I break through this dome that we're in?

Coffebreak
Time to relax
And I ask to myself
Could it be by my sweat ?
Could it be by my muscle ?

My soul doesn't cry out to earth
Reminds me the promisse of rest
Beside The One
On my eternal vacation

Like an image empire
I ask to myself
How could it work
If people are tired'n stumbling
If hearts are bleeding'n crying

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