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The Immigrant Of Forg
 
Ungodlike dream of a necromantic machine
To travel the stars in place in time
Built from goods of hardware stores
Placed upon the fields of old
to stand the time the change
 
Place the rustic wheel to match the heel
We placed in front to confront the storm
in time in change
 
Almost able to reach the shooting stars
That race the object moving in time
That can show us places away so far
But still standing on the field
Of shield from time and change
 
Ever ancient villages of the poor-ones
We crushed by accident the towns
in doom in death
 
When we die before we're born we know
Time is a tinkerbox we're living in a paradox
In no place no time no change nowhere
 
From unwise science to gods of storms
We bury the ones we lost in time
Forgotten names, rest dear no-ones
We're here at last with no way
to go back in time in change
 
We wonder now with laghter and fear
How future shall wonder when we got here
by time for change
 
When we die before we're born we know
Time is a tinkerbox we're living in a paradox
In no place no time no change nowhere
 
The salt that covers my skin
is starting to turn as to my peel
To protect me from all I feel
for you for me for no-one no thing
I fear you're near when you shoudn't be here
near me near home near love
 
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Piti tehdä oikeastaan kappale käsityksistäni aikamatkailun vaaroista ja ns. paradoksin mahdottomuudesta ottaen huomioon että jos itsensä tappaa menneisyydessä ei voi tappaa itseään ja on menneisyydessä kuolematon siihen päivään asti jona kuolee.
Tulikin sitten jonkun hörhöpoppoon seikkailuja taasen.
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ps. taidankin tehdä konseptialbumin..