The machine dreams in unthinkable themes Zeroing in on the one perfect thing The machine screams, its claws deep in me Inventing the landscape where no one is free Tell me what I want Tell me how to feel Tell me of the future And who I meant to be The machine knows before even I Overtaking the sky a lie at a time The machine counts and tallies its toll Millions of lives, sacrificed souls Tell me what I want Tell me how to feel Tell me of the future And who I meant to be Is there nothing left of me? Is there nothing left of me? Is there nothing left of me? Is there nothing left of me? The machine dreams in unthinkable themes Zeroing in on the one perfect thing Is there nothing left of me? Is there nothing left of me? Is there nothing left of me? Is there nothing left of me?