Who is running the show
He asks the royal delegation
Lost reigns
No one's in control
Paltry decisions. frivolous relegation
Frivolous relegation
"Son, please come home, don't die, no (x3)
Don't die for this group of petty thieves"
"But mother I'm a machine
Ultimate manifestation
Of something pure and clean
I'll die for the promise(x2)
Of a higher cause.
It was all a lie
Death has me in its jaws
And there is nothing past
The esophagus
There is nothing past the esophagus but darkness in the cogs
Darkness in the cogs you listed
The cogs you listed
As influence to the dark desires
Of a man whacked out, engulfed (x3) in fire
"Son please come home, you were never destined for ascendence or love through transcendence"
Eyeless in gaza...
A failed panopticon
A camel in the needle's eye
Love and hate combined
Love and hate contrived
Who are we to facilitate the needs of others?
Alienated and divided (x4)