I dream in hieroglyphs That I cannot read They tell a story That we struggle to see A pair of sinners Tryna break the machine And the static of your body Makes my fingers numb And the gears they keep on turning My name upon your lips a curse Of what you give me I'm undeserving But only you can see what burns The pretty lies is what you want to believe But there is beauty in the broken unclear At the end of it all, you're what I breathe And the static of your body brings my lips to life And the gears they keep on turning My name upon your lips a curse Of what you give me I'm undeserving But only you can see what burns And the gears they keep on turning My name upon your lips a curse Of what you give me I'm undeserving But only you can see what burns