| Run down a street where the glass shows | |
| That summer has gone | |
| Age, in the doorways | |
| Resenting the pace of the dawn | |
| All of them standing in line | |
| All of them waiting for time | |
| From time, the great healer | |
| The Machine | |
| Messiah is born | |
| Cables that carry the life | |
| To the cities we build | |
| Threads that link diamonds of life | |
| To the satanic mills | |
| Aah, to see in every way | |
| That we feel it every | |
| Day and know that | |
| Maybe we'll change | |
| Offered the chance | |
| To finally unlearn our lessons | |
| And alter our stance | |
| Friends make their way | |
| Into systems of chance(Friends make their way of escape)(Into systems of chance) | |
| Escape to freedom, | |
| I need to be there | |
| Waiting and watching, the tables are turning | |
| I'm waiting and watching | |
| I need to be there | |
| I care to see them walk away | |
| And to be there when they say | |
| They will return | |
| Machine, Machine | |
| MessiahThe mindless search for a higher | |
| Controller, take me to the fire | |
| And hold me, show me the strength | |
| Of your singular eye | |
| History dictating symptoms | |
| Of ruling romance | |
| Claws at the shores of the water | |
| Upon which we dance | |
| All of us standing in line | |
| All of us waiting for time | |
| To feel it all the way | |
| And to be there when they | |
| Say they know that | |
| Maybe we'll change | |
| Offered the chance | |
| To finally unlearn our lessons | |
| And alter our stance | |
| Machine, Machine | |
| MessiahTake me into the fire | |
| Hold me, Machine | |
| MessiahAnd show me the strength | |
| Of your singular eye |