Yes. Drama. Machine Messiah. Zeneszám

Run down a street where the glass shows
That summer has gone
Age, in the doorways
Resenting the pace of the dawn

All of them standing in line
All of them waiting for time
From time, the great healer
The Machine Messiah is born

Cables that carry the life
To the cities we build
Threads that link diamonds of life
To the satanic mills

Aah, to see in every way
That we feel it every
Day and know that

Maybe we'll change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons
And alter our stance

Friends make their way
Into systems of chance
(Friends make their way of escape)
(Into systems of chance)

Escape to freedom, I need to be there
Waiting and watching, the tables are turning
I'm waiting and watching
I need to be there

I care to see them walk away
And to be there when they say
They will return

Machine, Machine Messiah
The mindless search for a higher
Controller, take me to the fire
And hold me, show me the strength
Of your singular eye

History dictating symptoms
Of ruling romance
Claws at the shores of the water
Upon which we dance

All of us standing in line
All of us waiting for time
To feel it all the way
And to be there when they
Say they know that

Maybe we'll change
Offered the chance
To finally unlearn our lessons
And alter our stance

Machine, Machine Messiah
Take me into the fire

Hold me, Machine Messiah
And show me the strength
Of your singular eye