I'm a marionette with severed strings Gorge on my soul while I'm weak and dying
Haunted by futures I can't avoid A shape immersed through the fog of war
Synthetic and divine And we touched the veil and it broke our spines
Our resistance is mass-produced And she will ghostwrite my obsessions Reach out, touch me And draw me from the sixth dimension You have been forcing my hand
Love revealed our failed rebellion
Our resistance is mass-produced She will ghostwrite my obsessions Reach out, touch me And draw me from the sixth dimension You have been forcing my hand
