SoulSick

Our souls are from the wild and wings to reach the sky. Let the sun fall into the ocean, let the earth erupt in flames. It is enough to have the strength and knowledge, to raise our dream machines into the sky. Let them sleep who do not know, the final day is here, the very last and we leave at dawn. Millions of machines on nitroglycerin, thunder in us. There is no force no money and no power to stop us now and change our fate, before we rise. Now every problem is destroyed We raise our hands and bodies to the peak, ,into the universe - towards the stars we go sending machines up to the sky...