Lyrics
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