PART 1 Run down a street where the glass shows that summer has gone Age in the doorways, resenting the pace of the dawn. All of them standing in line All of them waiting for time. From time, the great healer, The machine messiah is born. Cables that carry the life to the cities we build Threads that link diamonds of light to the satanic mills Ah, to see in every way That, we feel it every day, and know that Maybe we'll change Offered the chance To finally unlearn our lessons and alter our stance. PART 2 Friends make their way into systems of chance (Friends make their way of escape into systems of chance) Escape to freedom, I need to be there Waiting and watching, the tables are turning I'm waiting and watching I need to be there. I care to see them walk away And, to be there when they say They will return. Machine, machine messiah The mindless search for a higher controller Take me to the fire and hold me Show me the strength of your singular eye. PART 3 History dictating symptoms of ruling romance Claws at the shores of the water upon which we dance All of us standing in line All of us waiting for time To feel it all the way And to be there when they say they know that Maybe we'll change Offered the chance To finally unlearn our lessons and alter our stance. Machine, machine messiah Take me into the fire. Hold me, machine messiah And show me The strength of your singular eye.