Letra de March of the Tripods
Do you feel the machines coming? Do you feel the storm rising? Because they're coming I feel them rising It feels like it's about to happenI can breathe the smell of blades of steel I can see their light but it's not that clear Because they're watching I feel them staring I feel them staring at us It feels like it's about to happenChange is about to happen It feels more like I am dying This black hole leaving me hopeless Leaving me hopelessI'm not made of wires I'm not made of others You try to synchronize me You try to synchronize me The locust is just too far away While the tripods are marching I am made of wires I am made of others Now I'm made of wiresDid you feel the machines coming? Did you feel the storm rising? Because now they're reigning We're suffocating We're suffocating aloneIt feels like it has just happened