The Lost Machine

Lost machine, giant maze

Big engine, cruising space

Ozone years, controlled daze... keeps the engine running

Silver beams, analyze

Robot teams, supervise

That was then, this is now... it must run anyhow

Don't you try, to know why

We can't talk, close that door

My father, remembers

Grand-father, remembers

Patching holes, in the sky... it's running all of the time

I can tell, this is hell

No one talks, no one talks

One day will we understand

How much the future is here right now?

One day will they understand...

How true... the future is here, and how!

Remain silent

Lost machine, never fails

3-D screen, one message

Keep working, generate... it's the same everyday

Don't you try, to know why

I can't talk, close that door

My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. This

stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago,

since the machine started working. Our mission... my mission, to reach

central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine...

and blow the precious generator... I do not want to have to pass this

down to my own son...