Another complication with a knife against the heart
All along they march in time and lay our dreams to waste
And we die - to the world of the Machine
And we fall - as they tell us who to be
And we die - for the stolen memory
But Heaven waits for you and I
Swollen medication from the men in shades of white
They call it evolution as they leave without a trace
And we die - to the world of the Machine
And we fall - as they tell us who to be
And we die - for the stolen memory
But Heaven waits for you and I
The message is wrong and we die for the light
