To Feel, not know what was once lived

Now mimed, they've taken my gestures

Not awake 'til I'm full

To feel, not know, wait for your senses

Now mimed they've taken my gestures

Looking for what wasn't said



It feeds our fantasies, we strive to make fact

An illusion most sacred a lullaby

You submit to the process or die



We are the logic and laws that we feed on

Suck up the spectacle

It means the only end,

Veiled power that rules your eyes

Broken shards, reality

We are the logic and the laws that we feed on

These broken shards, reality



Feed me in floods of colour, the unnamed master



Strapped down "Give 'em the works.

Confess the joke of it all", they say

Canned laughter pours from my mouth

Mass Destruction, Our triumph of logic