Of the Machine

You hold it high, belief so pure We fall in line for another cage You live in towers we built for you We live in fear that what you say is true Strength in numbers behind the mask The paint of war, the drum, the lash With the fire we walk the path Under the banner we call the crash There's nothing here to believe Deity of the machine When it descends from above We can see all the strings It's faded and obsolete You can't hold it over me Because there's nothing above me And there's nothing within Under the wreckage of all that's passed Follow the system, we'll never change You are the ones we won't combat We won't resist 'cause freedom is pain Strength in numbers behind the mask The paint of war, the drum, the lash With the fire we walk the path Under the banner we call the crash