I Am the Message

We take our virtues up in arms
To save ourselves
Tonight our fighting friends will stand here
And die with us
Halo, you mean nothing to me
Angel, you mean nothing to me
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
Where our scars upon our arms (?)
Are covered up
Should we keep this open ended
Just for us
Halo, you mean nothing to me
Angel, you mean nothing to me
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
Just take a look at yourself
You’d see reflections in all of your impurities
The taste of a burnt tongue
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
If I am the message
Then you are the machine
You mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me