maybe i’ll fake it, maybe i’ll make it, maybe i’ll take it, one of these days writing my name in second-rate silver, drawing your face in guillotine grey everything fading, color degrading, lighting and shading falling away but the machine still sputters on forward, following arrows leading astray maybe i’ll find you just to remind you that i’m behind you all of the time how does it feel on top of your mountain while i still sit here trying to climb? guess i’ll keep moving, never improving, do what i’m doing, keeping in line if i can’t fix these withering pieces then i’ll just call this agony mine coming alive, now i gotta decide terminal ticking with a chip in its side stop, drop, shatter my pride or put the keys in and try what i’ve tried thinking ‘bout nothing but the blinking on-screen hidden under numbers, four and zero and three try and try again, for whatever it means wires in the wires in the metamachine maybe i started for a good reason, but i keep going, do you know why? call me a shark ‘cause if i stop moving all of my circuits sputter and die think you can hear me if i start speaking, but i don’t think you’ll give it a try said i was done with telling you stories, now i just sit here telling you lies maybe i’ll never get what i want, but now i’ve gone so far digging below so i’ll just keep on tunneling down no matter how hot my instruments glow if it just took me walking through hell, i’d put my good boots on, give it a go put me through junkyards and i’ll feel nothing, saying “ad altiora tendo” coming alive, now i gotta decide terminal ticking with a chip in its side stop, drop, shatter my pride or put the keys in and try what i’ve tried thinking ‘bout nothing but the blinking on-screen hidden under numbers, four and zero and three try and try again, for whatever it means wires in the wires in the metamachine

caught wind of something i shouldn’t have known left in a landfill to die here alone i don’t think it’s fair, no i don’t think it’s fair don’t live my life, no i just pass the time now it’s over and i’m lying in a puddle of grime i don’t think it’s fair, no i don’t think it’s fair first comes the smell, it’s a horrible thing then comes the sound of a horrible ring this is where i died, this is where i died still soaked in red, where i just met my end brought back from the dead, just to suffer again on the other side, i’m on the other side coming in, coming in a transmittal i can hear, like a whistle in the wind coming in, coming in read the signal loud and clear, artificial waves within now my work begins thought you’d give a girl the second degree sent all your friends a ten-four but now you’re coming with me i’m in your car antenna while you’re turning the key i’ll cut the carrier to noise so no-one hears your last plea speech and song, ring along, through the spectrum drown your souls in static once i cut and disconnect them feel the dread, go ahead, try and turn tail careful not to slip and catch your fingers on the third rail hearts ripped asunder, the circuit is closed gone six feet under where they’ll decompose but i won’t depart, no i won’t depart just like in life, i’ve been left in the dark but now i’ve got a current flowing and i’m making a spark this is just the start, oh this is just the start coming in, coming in a transmittal i can hear, like a whistle in the wind coming in, coming in read the signal loud and clear, artificial waves within now my work begins thought you’d give a girl the second degree sent all your friends a ten-four but now you’re coming with me i’m in your car antenna while you’re turning the key i’ll cut the carrier to noise so no-one hears your last plea powered on, cold drawn, i’m electric don’t get too excited or you’ll bite it for my next trick feel the dread, go ahead, try and turn tail careful not to slip and catch your fingers on the third rail

two score, we’ve been set adrift two more since the bloody stiff was crowned thick skin, never turning tack word’s in that it’s coming back around (but i won’t sit back anymore) (no i won’t sit back anymore) displaced by the devilkin cold waste, where they left us in between all wrong, how they made this world how long will they stay impearled and clean? (‘cause i can’t hold back anymore) (no i can’t hold back anymore) one shot for every one of us in the dirt run hotter ‘cause the covetous never learn i’ll let the flame grow higher, higher i’ll set the world on fire, torch the skies and i’ll let ‘em burn cold bronze laid upon a throne old bonds paid in bullets, bone, and blood take heart in the beating thrum take part, raising fire from the flood (‘cause i won’t sit back anymore) (no i won’t sit back anymore) no gold, just the falling sun bell toll ringing buried under rust all thrashed and inferno-brushed she said, “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” (so i can’t hold back anymore) (no i can’t hold back anymore) one shot for every one of us in the dirt run hotter ‘cause the covetous never learn i’ll let the flame grow higher, higher i’ll set the world on fire, torch the skies and i’ll let ‘em burn