Seeking the piece of reason, Shaping a peaceless season, Reason to keep believing, Waking the beast who’s sleeping.
I call this destiny, Or caught in a trance, And I march inside a kind of dream No sign in advance. You see? This motor coil we serve is taut like a spring, Step back, two step, two step, Two step, one two three(yeah!)
Our world’s a fantasy no more than a test, Ever feeding off the fallacy, Creating this mess (Deep down) inside this bleak machine, With all of the rest Break free, to praise, to praise electricity!
Time turning up the volume, Time turning on us always, No time enough to wallow, For turning back to where we began.
Trying to set those tested, fragments in one direction. Celestial noise detected, but maybe I’m unsuspected. Static to give; to reason. Turning to me for defense, Transmissions begun, completed: Setup to breach; to reset.
It was the destiny alone in a trance, No escaping from this waking dream, No hope for the best. (You see?) The motor coil we serve is naught but a spring. Unwind, too slow, too quick, too much to believe!
Your world’s a fantasy you failed to test Ever forging all new fallacies creating a mess (Direct) into this bleak machine with all of the rest Dizzy, dying, dying! Electricity!
Falling back right into the system, Falling back on all empty ears, When falling back right out of the system Means falling back right into disgrace Yes, falling back right in with the system, Is slipping, falling back to the end, When falling back is better and simple, (We’re) falling back into pieces again!
Sounds to be in rhythm Memory wiped and beaten Narrowly beat, defeated Radicals flowing freer Energy slowly seepin’ Suspending all disbelief in Synergy with our being, Synapses fire and breathin’.