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