Nailed to the cross by just words,
Crucifixion complete
Close enough to the fire
To feel temptation's heat
It's gone away to taste the ground,
Replaced by the incessant sound of fear

There's a ring in my ears,
I'm bleeding from my heart
Far away from love
The execution starts
Made us what we are today,
A lonely pile of disarray

We are the children of a new regime
We are the children of a new machine

Mass production, thought controlled
No I never knew my heart
No Never knew the love
That made them fall apart
It's gone away to taste the ground,
Replaced by the incessant sound we hear

We are the children
Ya, the children
What of the children?
We are the children of the new machine
What of the children?
We are the children of the new machine
The new machine