We're Starting Over,

Reset And Counting Down.

Now Two Keys Are Turning

From Stations Underground.

And If We Made You Feel This

Wouldn't It Be Seen As An Attack?

What Once We Were Receiving,

Tonight, We're Sending Back.



We Are Appearances.

We Are Deceiving.

All Switches On.

We Are Receiving.



Stilts Built On Emotion

Where Logic Used To Stand,

Will Delete All Traces

With One Sweep Of The Hand.



Systems Go,

All Engaged With Switches On,

Seems So,

So Surprised It Still Turns On.



Died For Your Dials,

Your Circuits Burning.

When We Are Ruled By

Our Emotions

We Approach Our Crimes With

Renewed Devotion.

And Tell Me Can You Feel It

When Your Code Is

Breaking?



Cut Off The Line,

Fell Off The Grid.

Now We're Free

Yeah, We're Free.



You Never Had Me,

You Just Wish That You Did