The machines in me want to finally speak to the manager of god, to the sound of the death,

To the death of all of our senses of what it meant to be men inside of this insecure world of hatred and regrets,

Push and pull the weight of man, push me to the edge of what it takes to be a man,

Fill out these forms of all that we've lost, to the edges of each and every day,

I speak these sermons of god above what we are, and bring him down from the high on high,

Bring our god and take his life, burn out his light and end this night,

We stomp out fear of anyone, who would disagree of anything we have done,

Curse the blackened sun, bring out those, who cannot not see, the best in me,

Damn them, condemned, burning the pyre of our desires,

Sway in the wind, pushing and pulling me,

Tearing my heart strings, as I begin to breathe,

Collapsing my tunnel of lungs, bringing the pressure to my knees as I stand on my own,

Wait for me, I know there was nothing, before you fell

I hear the death of you, as you begin to fail,

You cry out in the nights, hoping god above you would you from yourself,

But the moon is casted inside the dark, and god above is walking this earth, blind and unable to see,

Cannot you see me?

I walk beneath the stars, I scream into your heart, that I am here,

I no longer feel fear,

Climb the terror of this paradox of the knives,

See the twist of our words never meant anything to the lies,

I begin to condense my soul as I feed the fires, I burn away you evil empire of my old love,

Know that to change means to replace these veins with new ones,

Know that to be alive means to live life, despite the death inside of your head, don't you see?

The cancer is here, deepened and widened, so that you may see,

Extravagant and burning all that I would have always called me,

You would push me to the death of my own knees, just to say, you're better than me,

You're better than me,

Is that not, what you heard, as you enslaved endlessly?

Conquer, those on their last knee,

Stand and deliver, the saviour you promised us,

You promised us, your only son,

When did you tell them, that I was no longer in the business of saving souls?

When did the sun finally scream, "I am now your ex-saviour!"

I divorced myself from those who cannot be alive with only themselves,

And in turn they turned themselves against all that a mortal man can truly be,

Himself