Well, is it one step forward or two steps back Who really wants to know As we dance with the mysteries of the machines Driving us through history maybe to dust Now we are placed to embrace we got to keep searching How long will the fires burn With the stories that we're told who gets to tell them Trying to shock us to change our view Think the caught us in the middle Time to make our move In each day projections to make us numb to what we really want As we slave to the rhythm seems like our only defense As they are slaves to the gun Now we are placed to embrace we got to keep searching How long will the fires burn With the lies that we are told who gets to tell them Trying to shock us to change our view Think they caught us in the middle Time to make a move Between the lines in the riddle trying to see some truth Time to make our move (Repeat x3) [Instrumental] Between the lines in the riddle trying to see some truth Think they caught us in the middle Time to make our move (Repeat)