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