PART 1
Run down a street where the glass shows that summer has gone
Age in the doorways, resenting the pace of the dawn.
All of them standing in line
All of them waiting for time.
From time, the great helaer,
The machine messiah is born.
Cables that carry the life to the cities we build
Threads that link diamonds of light to the satanic mills
Ah, to see in every way
That, we feel it every day, & know that
Maybe we will change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons & alter our stance.
PART 2
Friends make their way into systems of chance
Friends make their way of escape into systems of chance
Escape to freedom, I need to be there
Waiting & watching, the tables are turning
I am waiting & watching
I need to be there.
I care to see them walk away
And, to be there when they say
They´ll return.
Machine, machine messiah
The mindless search for a higher controller
Take me to the fire & hold me
Show me the strength of your singular eye.
PART 3
History dictating symptoms of ruling romance
Claws at the shores of the water upon which we dance
All of us standing in line
All of us waiting for time
To feel it all the way
And to be there when they say they know that
Maybe we will change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons & alter our stance.
Machine, machine messiah
Take me into the fire.
Hold me, machine messiah
And show me
The strength of your singular eye.
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