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  • 作词 : BIDEAU, GUILLAUME BERNARD PHILIPPE PATRICK / EFTEMIE, MIRCEA G
    作曲 : RASMUSSEN, BRIAN / EFTEMIE, MIRCEA G / STIGART, RUNE / BIDEAU, GUILLAUME BERNARD PHILIPPE PATRICK / KOEFOED, TOMAS COWAN
    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 happen
    I 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 happen
    Change is about to happen
    It feels more like I am dying
    This black hole leaving me hopeless
    Leaving me hopeless
    I'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 marching the tripods
    Now I'm made of wires
    Now I'm made of others
    Now I'm made of wires
    Did you feel the machines coming?
    Did you feel the storm rising?
    Because now they're reigning
    We're suffocating
    And it feels like it starts to happen
    It starts to happen
  • 作词 : BIDEAU, GUILLAUME BERNARD PHILIPPE PATRICK / EFTEMIE, MIRCEA G
    作曲 : RASMUSSEN, BRIAN / EFTEMIE, MIRCEA G / STIGART, RUNE / BIDEAU, GUILLAUME BERNARD PHILIPPE PATRICK / KOEFOED, TOMAS COWAN
    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 happen
    I 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 happen
    Change is about to happen
    It feels more like I am dying
    This black hole leaving me hopeless
    Leaving me hopeless
    I'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 marching the tripods
    Now I'm made of wires
    Now I'm made of others
    Now I'm made of wires
    Did you feel the machines coming?
    Did you feel the storm rising?
    Because now they're reigning
    We're suffocating
    And it feels like it starts to happen
    It starts to happen