6 a.m. There is still the obscurity out of the window I don't understand anything, I'm still in my world. I get up me, the eyes are low, the heavy legs Everything is distorted, everything is a little clear
I am late, I have to be fast for my nightmare hours So many as me, all equal ones as cyborgs. Same movements repeated to the endless one. Any word, any look, only boredom. I won't go out alive of here.
Escape & Operate Escape & Operate
2 p.ms. Another day is ended. We escape all from the metallic monster. We are free, once more, but soon we will be chained. The only street of exit is my beer.
