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