| What machinery can create (forcing bodies) to the rhythm | |
| Be a part of it (it's your machine, life can be forever) | |
| Deny all this, you used to live for and let your impulse go | |
| (beshelter you grief, last miss the clue) | |
| (and show your ears to the pain that rose) | |
| Now (that I can walk) this way (power in spring) | |
| (or mine and soon) will stay (wait for the crying line) | |
| All that wasn't fun to be (decidable) is dead, is gone | |
| Conform (a deep respect) for personality (is right, we're wrong) | |
| See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel | |
| Tell me, what do you feel | |
| Just don't ask (and try) to look behind it all cause money | |
| (just not the mountening) questions | |
| All that wasn't fun to be (decidable) is dead, is gone | |
| Conform (a deep respect) for personality (is right, we're wrong) | |
| See my friend, what matters in this grief place is what you feel | |
| Tell me, what do you feel | |
| Just don't ask (and try) to look behind it all cause money | |
| (just not the mountening) questions |