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