Lying on a chair
Lectures on an early age
Rambling on ideas
None of them were hers
Having lost the sense of space
The feel of near and far
The anxiety when she stares
"You talk as if god had made the Machine, I believe you even pray to it when
You are sad. Men made it, do not forget that. I see something like you on this
Screen, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this phone but
This, this is not you."
Like a bunch of stars
Prove the essence of the night
So should love
Be proof of life
But all we do is click and hide
Showing our conformity
For crazy rules
Take me
To all the places I could never reach
Save me
From all those places I should never see
(Welcome to the machine)
Take me
To all the places I could never reach
Save me
From all those things that I should never see
Oh machine! Help us prevail
Tell us how to dress and what to think and say
Oh machine! Please guide our paths
Take our sons and make them be a part of thee
Lurking captive under clouds of isolation
You will cleanse your mind, learn our ways or you'll be set aside
Like a god born from the fragile will of men
It tears our souls, turning Us into Them
Always feeling like you're walking on the edge
To satisfy
To please their wish
To be a part of the Machine
So much for a dream
Slowly coming to an end
So much for what lies inside
You'll recall my touch
Once the silver lining to your clouds
Now merely a déjà vu