Wake up, your absence has not been undermined The mechanist requires vitality Within us is the animated form that derived from her essence Our eyes discolored through the lack of the daylight Cryptic messages displayed only with absence of machinery Unveil the message by living through her meaning Unveil What have they done What have they done I feel so numb I feel so numb You may not know pain until the mechanist enslaves Endless waves against my gaze No time spent away Floods of toxicity Formed of pleasure They seek to divert us all From her essence Our essence Enlightened through time We lie in purgatory by choice The mechanist awaits Awaits What have they done What have they done I feel so numb I feel so numb The disconnect Will rise Will rise