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 healer,

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, and know that

Maybe we'll change

Offered the chance

To finally unlearn our lessons and 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 and watching, the tables are turning

I'm waiting and watching

I need to be there.



I care to see them walk away

And, to be there when they say

They will return.



Machine, machine messiah

The mindless search for a higher controller

Take me to the fire and 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'll change

Offered the chance

To finally unlearn our lessons and alter our stance.



Machine, machine messiah

Take me into the fire.



Hold me, machine messiah

And show me

The strength of your singular eye.