Too much time, too many eyes
Too many promises, too many cries
Too much fear and aggravation
Art of sin at their dictation
Souls in pain own eyes in lust
Rotting minds die without trust
They try to take the freedom away,
Then try to make it all go away!!

Put death to rest, put life to shame
Red hands, murder, who's to blame?
What are we? Why do we care?
Colorful eyes in a dead blank stare
Blind are we running scared
My mind, my soul what is fair
What we need to stay in line
Mass control of fragile mind

Look into the machine,
Tell me what you want to be
Look into the machine,
Tell me what you want to be!!!

Enter the hell of a mind gone mad,
Into a world of the faceless void,
Gears turn to the infallible pulse,
Enter control, to the divine

To be creator, add color to eyes
To watch the growth, triple the size
To light the dark, and seize the night
To end the pain, to end the fright
Innocence lost and wisdom gained
Freedom of soul that we proclaim
Don't promise the war
Can't promise creation
Art of sin now our dictation

Look into the machine, Tell me what you want to be
Look into the machine, Tell me what you want to be!!!