Man. Machine. Skin to metal, chip for a brain
Input from from a new set of eyes, no longer I hear them
Their cries, their pain falls flat on the floor
Muffled by a heavy door
Designed to keep us safe, seperate and relegate
The flow of lies we cannot hear
The flow of truth we cannot bear
Heights of emotion, lost and kept subdued through silence
Acts of creative hands controlled through violence
No high, No low, we know where to go
From A to B, slow and steady pace
This is not a race
You do not have a place
You do not have a place
You do not have a place
You do not have a place
You do not have a...
Face.
Man. Machine. Skin to metal, chip for a brain
Input from from a new set of eyes, no longer I hear them
Their cries, their pain falls flat on the floor
Muffled by a heavy door
Designed to keep us safe, seperate and relegate
The flow of lies we cannot hear
The flow of truth we cannot bear
Heights of emotion, lost and kept subdued through silence
Acts of creative hands controlled through violence
No high, No low, we know where to go
From A to B, slow and steady pace
This is not a race
You do not have a place
You do not have a place
You do not have a place
You do not have a place
You do not have a...
Face.