See their world - Built upon our backs
Daylight filtered - Falling through the cracks
Beneath this weight - lumbering down their path
It is they who hold the reins - But we who control - Our fate
Control is in our hands
It is our hands - upon the levers
We direct the world
Exquisite Machines - That turn the Earth
Straining - holding their weight
While they sleep - We return the sun
Fueled by obscurity - propelled by division
With hidden eyes - They surveil every move
To ensure we never stray - but lumber down the path - they choose
Control is in our hands
It is our hands - upon the levers
We direct the world
Exquisite Machines - That turn the Earth
Straining - holding their weight
While they sleep - We return the sun
Fueled by obscurity - propelled by division
Resist the pull - that holds us captive
We are their strength - shrug off this weight
We are their strength - We turn the gears
We are the hands - that built their world
We cause all effect
Straining - holding their weight
While they sleep - We return the sun
Fueled by obscurity and propelled by division
