There are memories
In this machine
They wanted our demise
We were colonized
I survived the past
I made it through all that
From the trail of tears
To the ghost dance years
And the oil money
In Indian Country
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Hokte Vhake (Similar to a girl)
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Hokte Vhake (Similar to a girl)
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Lopice (Nice)
Not a human being
I run on gasoline
They made me who I am
Indigenous and damned
I am made of steel
And yet I can still feel
A cybernetic slave
Who should be in the grave
Although I cannot die
I am not alive
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Hokte Vhake (Similar to a girl)
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Hokte Vhake (Similar to a girl)
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Lopice (Nice)
Este Cvto (Metal person)
Lopice (Nice)
I don't
Think that
I will
Find my love
Not the
One that
I've been
Searching for
I feel nothing
In this machine
It's been
300 years
Won't you
Come find me?