Rushing downstream thought the tragedies of man A cancer growth as the sun Disfigured art inside the galleries of the damned A lost machinery we're overrun
One detailed overlooked A flaw in your design Your hands forever hooked In filth you rise
We're running out of lies Imperfection All units fall The purpose lost We've rid all sights of change Structures fragile Another addiction All concentric
Seeking shelter in the long gone, ridden, flaws Disfigured theory of thought All time meant nothing there's no change to be seen On the same basis, your friends and you fiends
One detailed overlooked A flaw in your design Your hands forever hooked In filth you rise
All concentric
With indifference we face the dawn of man Mind pace still though the storm We've seen it all synched with movements of the hand Fever breed given form
All details planned inside a plot already fixed A cancer growth as the sun Stillborn evolution, everlasting itch A lost machinery we're overrun
