So far beyond the limits of beings dead and gone

Our path has reached its zenith and yet we carry on

Illogical descent to lack of sentience

We are a species living beyond evolution

A universe in my as I'm begun

Yet still we sit in cages as pages fall away

Delineating all that we achieve each day

A life that's steeped in stasis and buried in denial

Our spirits must ascend above the servantile

Still we endure, and still we pray

For gods and men and providence to lead the way

But at the core we know the day

Of our freedom will only come when we break this machine

The engine has been running on our dreams

And grinding lives to numbers on a screen

Content with only living on the waste, we swallow dirt with every taste

Just think what we could be

The possibilities of endless new realities

Are strip-mined from our very being

Break this machine

Create, innovate, strive, decide, live

Break this machine

The engine has been running on our dreams

Content with only living on the waste, we swallow dirt with every taste

Just think what we could be, if we break this machine