"The press - the machine - the railway - the telegraph - are premises
Whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw."
Friedrich Nietzsche, 1878

Fire boiling water
Pressure in a vessel

Steam paves its way, the machine
Once it shakes
It proceeds like a tambourine
Pressurized, this pile
Explodes once in a while
Lift what a thousands can't shift
The times are out of joint
In new ages we drift
Scientific thirst
We're armed, we're headfirst

Burst into flames
By fire rearranged

Gasping tons of metal
Moaning while thye move

Steam paves its way, the machine
Once it shakes
It proceeds like a tambourine
Pressurized, this pile
Explodes once in a while
Lift what a thousands can't shift
The times are out of joint
In new ages we drift
Scientific thirst
We're armed, we're headfirst

Burst into flames
By fire rearranged

Machinery competes against man
A dirge for those who can

Man! O man, take care!
What does the deep midnight declare?
I was asleep
From a deep dream I woke and swear!
Like a religion that had failed
A blinded mission we once hailed
It only makes us stronger!

The times
That we all hoped would last
Like a bird flew by, so fast
We've been told:
"A love once new has now grown old"

"The final reward of the dead
To die no more", is what he said
And complemented: "God is dead!"
The only Christian died on (the) cross
But ancient wisdom: "That which does
Not kill us makes us stronger!"

The times
That we all hoped would last
Like a bird flew by, so fast
We've been told:
"A love once new has now grown old"

Hopeless, this morning
Receiving no sun in these days
I can't remember the last time
Above those sea's waves

That a monster exists
Said French scientist
In warning to all the world!
With a courageously
Daunting harpoonist
And hist butler
Who backed up as third

They travelled the seas
To get hold of the beast
When one night
Their fate was deserved
An impact, ship's crunch
Something's wrong
Just a hunch?
On the back of the beast
They got hurled

This will take another breath
My friend (but)
This won't last forever
This will take another try
This will take another breath
My friend (but)
This won't last forever
This will take some time

Hopeless, this morning
Receiving no sun in these days
I can't remember the last time
Above those sea's waves

Inside a metal construct
Steam-engine driven sub
Built by the hands of man
A captain, his crew
In a vessel full of dew
Below the surface of water
They swam
Lived their lives
Far apart civilized "a la carte"
Desire for revenge was their plan
Too much grief about the past
There's a will to last
To abolish all they can

Twenty thousand leagues
Twenty thousand leagues
Twenty thousand leagues
Under the sea

This will take another breath
My friend (but)
This won't last forever
This will take another try
This will take another breath
My friend (but)
This won't last forever
This will take some time

Early morning
Cold golden day
That night was thrilling
As I'm on my way

My eyes are burning
Where's she from?
And without fail, the
Best is yet to come

We're lifeless, it's so real
Seems so fake but we can feel
Lifeless, it's so real

When the coffins
Were unearthed from soil
And all grief and all woe
Has no place left to boil
That's when the land was overrun
By plants and factory-scenes
And all the crafts got dry-cleaned

A shadow, once nobody owned
Now industrialists wear
The serfage's crown
While the gear wheels won't hold
Not a second a day
And sunlight just can't find a way

We're lifeless, it's so real
Seems so fake but we can feel
Lifeless, it's so real

All the farmhands
Turn to work the machines
Maximizing revenues
On a scale, so obscene
Flocks of humans, it's insane
Like the moth and the flame
Our new society's war-game

In God they trust
But all others pay cash
Kids of 7 years
Contribute to success
Competition brings out
The best in profit
And the worst in people
That's not what we consider equal

We're lifeless, it's so real
Seems so fake but we can feel
Lifeless, it's so real

I can't live without this feeling
Touch my skin and touch the sky
Whenever I'll be fine with dreaming
I'll be on my way up high!

Life belongs to the living, and those
Who live must be prepared for change
Even death may die
With strange aeons
No one tests the depth of a river
With both feet
No one can stand this heat
When darkest world reached dawn

I can't live without this feeling
Touch my skin and touch the sky
Whenever I'll be fine with dreaming
I'll be on my way up high!

It is easy to be brave
When far away from danger
For I become shy with strangers
When darkest world reached dawn
What we need can't be given
And we were told we can't avoid
That everythin must be destroyed
When darkest world reached dawn.

I can't live without this feeling
Touch my skin and touch the sky
Whenever I'll be fine with dreaming
I'll be on my way up high!

Unarmed crowned by just 18.
Richard Wagner's patron was caring
Muse stuck in his heart of hearts
Thus he spent some reputation for his arts

I know credit belongs to him
For New Swanstone
The Rhinegold and the Ring Cycle
Technics, humanity
Disliked large public
Without losing popularity

Art, opus, architecture
The life, the living
The death of the Swan King

Declined any war in general
It was two times
He had to compromise
Approval to the German Reich
His late behaviour
Led to be declared insane

Deposition and custody
While the last walk
The King met his mysterious death
And Dr. Gudden's
And in remembrance
The cross, the wooden, was set

Art, opus, architecture
The life, the living
The death of the Swan King

Let me spare the rod
And spoil the child
Dear me, so help me, God
I forced a smile

Who doesn't know slovenly Peter
The dreadful story of matches
Consumed is all, (so) sweet and fair
The total child, (both) flesh and hair

Flesh and hair
Consumed is all, so sweet and fair
Flesh and hair!

How could we let the parents know?
And Mintz and Mountz sit sighing
With breaking hearts and crying
While round that ash pile glowing
In brooks their tears keep flowing

Flesh and hair
Consumed is all, so sweet and fair
Flesh and hair!

But, ah, the flame, it caught her clothes
Her apron, too, and higher rose
Her hand is burnt, her hair's afire
Consumed is the child, entire

Flesh and hair
Consumed is all, so sweet and fair
Flesh and hair!

This world tonight is turning
Like an every night, tonight
This world tonight is turning
Like an every night, tonight
This world tonight is turning
Like an every night, tonight
This world tonight is turning
Like an every night, tonight

Oh, for the sake of progress
In our prime, we built machines
A century in the course of time

Oh, for the sake of progress
In our prime, built factories
A century in the course of time

Oh, for the sake of progress
In our prime, built capital
A century in the course of time

Just stop this fake of progress
Ease the strain!
The proletariat is
In the course of time!