Threshold
The Box
The storm was high on MondayWhen someone found the boxIt promised hope and futureCan't tell you what it costTo spare us from the northern windAs we walked our lonely trackThe box was found on MondayBut I don't want to give it back“There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part! You can't even passively take part! And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels…upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop! And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!”The water tastes so sweet tonightAnd the heat restores my soulSomething doesn't feel rightBut it's under my controlA hunted little soulFeeding the machineWe took their precious tokenSo we can use it anywhereWe marvelled at its coloursAnd how we're free to dream and dareDream and dareThe water's not so good tonightLetras de cancionesAnd I think I'll just be coldI can't afford the heat or lightAnd the pleasure's growing oldA hundred little soulsFeeding the machineWe took their precious tokenSo we can use it anywhereWe marvelled at its coloursAnd how we're free to dream and dareAnd with their precious tokenThey know exactly where we've beenThey wondered at our dullnessAnd now we're slaves to the machineAnd soon there came a timeThey wanted mind and soulAnd all I thought was mineWas out of my controlA hundred million soulsLost in the machineWe took their precious tokenSo we can use it anywhereWe marvelled at its coloursAnd how we're free to dream and dareAnd with their precious tokenThey know exactly where we've beenThey wondered at our dullnessAnd now we're slaves to the machineThe storm was high on MondayWhen someone found the boxIt stole our hope and futureCan't tell you what it costIt tore us like the northern windSold us down our lonely trackThe box was found on MondayBut I don't know how to give it back
From Letras Mania