Lying on a chair

Lectures on an early age

Rambling on ideas

None of them were hers

Having lost the sense of space

The feel of near and far

The anxiety when she stares

"You talk as if god had made the Machine, I believe you even pray to it when

You are sad. Men made it, do not forget that. I see something like you on this

Screen, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this phone but

This, this is not you."

Like a bunch of stars

Prove the essence of the night

So should love

Be proof of life

But all we do is click and hide

Showing our conformity

For crazy rules

Take me

To all the places I could never reach

Save me

From all those places I should never see

(Welcome to the machine)

Take me

To all the places I could never reach

Save me

From all those things that I should never see

Oh machine! Help us prevail

Tell us how to dress and what to think and say

Oh machine! Please guide our paths

Take our sons and make them be a part of thee

Lurking captive under clouds of isolation

You will cleanse your mind, learn our ways or you'll be set aside

Like a god born from the fragile will of men

It tears our souls, turning Us into Them

Always feeling like you're walking on the edge

To satisfy

To please their wish

To be a part of the Machine

So much for a dream

Slowly coming to an end

So much for what lies inside

You'll recall my touch

Once the silver lining to your clouds

Now merely a déjà vu