My tomb of glass
With mice and rats
Devoid of past
The line has cast
Reflect the rain
With cold disdain
It's not the same
It's not the same
My core components
Underground
Here's to hoping
We all drown
My rusted pieces
The broken sound
We're all robotic
Counting down
The void of space
The broken race
Consumed with hate
Our eyes are glazed
Destitution
Great self pollution
Profuse contusion
Disillusioned
My core components
Underground
Here's to hoping
We all drown
My rusted pieces
The broken sound
We're all robotic
Counting down
My core components
Underground
Here's to hoping
We all drown
My rusted pieces
The broken sound
We're all robotic
Counting down