Eventide
Текст песни Plastic

We are stuck, no new directions,
Creators, drained of ideas,
In the age of constant replacements,
When everything's already made.

We expand, every inch must be covered,
Nothing will stand in our way.
In the age of the greatest delusions
Everyone's thinking the same.

So let your conscience fade now,
Cause we can never blame ourselves.

Adaptation nowhere in reach,
Devastation under our feet,
Tempting shape and design.
Desperation, our wills collide.

Plastic excitement,
Craving for more, an unstoppable greed,
Elastic environment,
For how long will you bend the truth?

So let your conscience fade now,
Cause we can never blame ourselves.

Adaptation nowhere in reach,
Devastation under our feet,
Tempting shape and design,
Desperation, our wills collide.