grow old Back to worlds and machines Is where we go That's the place where we go Back to the worlds and machines we go Down through the back is where
preachin' the word of the holy man you lost your way till you logged on to soul search and found your way home Lords of the world, messiah machines they
bleed The few, the proud, new metal machines... Carry the torch over sea, over land Cutting my way through the "new master plan" Saving the soul of a world
nose in the air I can smell you Smell you from here and it stinks to high Hell! On we go day after day, worlds collide and machines take over Puritan
[Lyrics & Music: Vicious Rumors] Behold the keepers of tomorrow's world With lungs of iron hear them roar Soldiers of the night with hearts of steel
