Dark metallic machinery
Moving backwards
Counting steps
Great cynic industry
The sacred land will never be

Given life to program fate
I reject all you gave
Earning trust behind the screen
I am one, I can't be seen

Even though my hands are stained
You will let me guide the way
To the vortex of despair
If you fail no will care

Given life to program fate
I reject all you gave
Earning trust behind the screen
I am one, I can't be seen