If this is me, then who are you Too blind to see, the emptiness confounds me Bold as we are as we dare to speak And fill our heads with false ideologies Life Twisting and turning The cradle to the grave Life You're trapped, bound and useless This timeless machine If this is me, then who are you Am I bound to be a reject of society When all hope is gone, to persevere at all A new thought restrained as you decide to fal This time we will break you You're trapped inside This timeless machine