We pull the strings, Yet, we're in a world left heartless. We live alone, We hold our ground, Yet, we're in a room left artless. Lets wrap our roots
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer
We never would have thought that we were dead. We were torn limb from limb. Let this be known as our battle-hymn. Our spirits rise from our shattered
To our forefathers with love Thanks for tearing the world apart. Primitive minds are left terrified. Strife, confinement, and the pursuit of lucidness
Harvest the cancer, fill the sphere to the brim. It's overflowing with the thought of another. Don't fall out of line, you may find yourself floating
I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down. Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you, But atmosphere. Is our will worth anything? Would I
my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears I won't be the surgeons new canvas Nor will I be the producers new plan This
