作词 : Lochlan Watt/Michael Deslandes
作曲 : Lochlan Watt/Michael Deslandes
If the program sets itself apart
If the deviation extends beyond the mark
It surely is within itself overextended
I do not believe that this is what you had intended

Oh the irony in becoming a broken machine
That aches to be fixed through organic means

Oh the idiocy in reaching so hard to agree
In a truth that lies not within your lies

Searching for the love of a father behind every soul you devour
Falling for the instincts of a mother, locked in a surrogate state of affection
Infected by a forlorn waste of heart
The blackened bulbs of a transcribed failure blossom into self-destruction
Regurgitate my indiscretions
Linked from under the sheets to beyond the stars neither you or I will ever find peace

You will find no peace

I will find no peace