Do you see these wounds?
The metal in my flesh...

And I find myself,
Locked up inside myself...

Looking up into the sky,
I can see your face in the clouds...

The halls full of people-
Mass in the candle-lit steeple...

They were so young,
Their futures so bright...

Where do I go?
After your gone...

I won't take the fact,
That you aren't coming back...

People always compare themselves to animals,
give themselves traits like an animal...

I am the ghost in the machine,
The spirit that haunts your dream...