I have been here for too long
In this lonesome twisted land
Marshland

It is deep and sickening
I have to find my way back home
Marshland

The only way to find myself
Is to descend deeper still
Marshland

I'm stuck and cold
I'm stuck and cold in marshland
I'm stuck and cold where life is
Plentiful but nothing lives

A voice I know speaks to me
Of self-deceit and mockery

I search for life and sights to see
Somewhere beyond this cold
Machinery (So take me out of this insanity)

Nothing that I say or do, Matters to the
Big machine Nothing that I think or
Feel, matters to the big machine If I am
Dead when tomorrow's gone,
The big machine will just move on

The scar you gave me left my soul,
Hollow like the love you showed

That empty shell you offered me,
Took me further away from the
Machine