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
