Screws going through my thumbs
Thumbs going through my eyes
Lowered by the chains of the machine
Eaten by the gears of their lies
We are programmed to fall
In to the motlen mess
That shoots the fires up
I\'m a mechanical witness
The beauty of the skin
Is said to always give in
With my wires crossed
I hang here just like moss
It\'s always glistening
Are you listening
To the rage of my circuits
Hope their screams were worth it