Machines, but we are flesh Machines, but we are flesh With no tolerance for errors or time for mistakes We're born into an era of contempt For what are we all? Pawns in another man's game For what are we all? Clay awaiting another man's hands Will you settle for the simple truth or dare to question the very structures and rules? Set to keep you in place Break free from your earthly bounds Enigmas, isn't it what we all are? Unique and diverse from the start Enigmas, isn't it what we all are? Enigmas, isn't it what we all are? No acceptance, simply arrogance For what are we all? A blank script awaiting ink and words When the question is asked were you an author or the beholder? A canvas awaiting the strokes of time When the question is asked were you the painter or the beholder? We were born to fight, not to follow The state of life is only contemplated by the fear of death, of death Were you a painter or a beholder? Enigmas Enigmas, isn't it what we all are? Innocent and curious from the start Enigmas, isn't it what we all are? Enigmas, isn't it what we all are?