Part I



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

Ah, 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.



Part II



Friends make their way into systems of chance

(reply- 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, Messiah

The mindless

Search for a higher

Controller

Take me to the fire

And hold me

Show me the strength of your

Singular eye.



Part III



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 Messiah.

Take me into the fire



Hold me, machine Messiah

And show me

The strength of your singular eye