Walking along the MEGTA PSYLINE,
Our legs bend under the weigth of our bodies.
The climb is hard but keep on.
Several endless hundred meters.
The exit is in sight, anguish grows...
Upon us... Death perhaps...
One of us unlock the exit.
That was our only protection.
It's opening...
Sunlights blind us.
We climb up...
Nothing... No war, no victims...
No evidence of fights in MEGOLAN.
Restored inhabitings.
Citizens go to work...
Where is C-WO ? Where are the DRONES ?
Are we dreaming ?
Nothing can't stop it now...
I want it (that dream) keeps on.
Somebody answered us...
Our legs bend under the weigth of our bodies.
The climb is hard but keep on.
Several endless hundred meters.
The exit is in sight, anguish grows...
Upon us... Death perhaps...
One of us unlock the exit.
That was our only protection.
It's opening...
Sunlights blind us.
We climb up...
Nothing... No war, no victims...
No evidence of fights in MEGOLAN.
Restored inhabitings.
Citizens go to work...
Where is C-WO ? Where are the DRONES ?
Are we dreaming ?
Nothing can't stop it now...
I want it (that dream) keeps on.
Somebody answered us...