Looking for salvation, I'm blind
Thought contamination, I'm fine
Greedy spiders talk to me, in my head
I think I'm drifting
I'm in the big machine
My next hero's hauling
Who knows what he may bring to me
Government intrusion, again
Cultural delusion, offense
Grain of sand in traffic jam, and I'm late
I think I'm drifting
I'm in the big machine
My next hero's hauling
Who knows what she may bring to me
I see the demons all around, and sometimes I feel like one of them
Feel the rages building inside, I walk to the final edge
I'm dreaming, I'm in the big machine
My next hero's hauling
Who knows what he may bring to me
