Of the Machine

You hold it high, belief so pure

We fall in line for another cage

You live in towers we built for you

We live in fear that what you say is true

Strength in numbers behind the mask

The paint of war, the drum, the lash

With the fire we walk the path

Under the banner we call the crash

There's nothing here to believe

Deity of the machine

When it descends from above

We can see all the strings

It's faded and obsolete

You can't hold it over me

Because there's nothing above me

And there's nothing within

Under the wreckage of all that's passed

Follow the system, we'll never change

You are the ones we won't combat

We won't resist 'cause freedom is pain

Strength in numbers behind the mask

The paint of war, the drum, the lash

With the fire we walk the path

Under the banner we call the crash