Texty: Elegant Machinery. A Matter Of Sense.

It wasn't guilt that brought them here
they had no choice
they could not stay this time
They tried so hard to preserve
the world they knew
to hard to hold their line
I fear that innocence
has lost it's way this time
There's no future in the past
I know that now
we have to percieve our hate

And it's to late to change events
life is a matter of sense
redemtion comes to he who waits
I fear that innocence
has lost it's way this time
It hurts
when you try
to remember