Robots And Wildbirds
Asbjørn Toftdahl Terkelsen, Jonas Tranberg, Asbjørn
I am on a battlefield
Metal leaning towards the sky
Surrounded by little rocks and oceans
Protecting our natural beating hearts
Am I made of stone?
It feels strange
Enchanted by the elegance of iron
Working in my veins
Pushing, all pushing the same
Battles on my arms, my cheeks, my eyelids
A little man crying on my nose tip
War sounds rumbling in my eardrums
Thunderstorms are rolling in on us
You see I've come to love
The machine in me
I love every scratch and every shade
On the machine in me
I care for those who get
The machine in me
I will not lose
The machine in me
I know you can love the machine in me!
