| (Verse) | |
| Transported miles from my home | |
| Replicate things that you know | |
| Half life automation on repeat | |
| As a voice came on the fifty foot high screen | |
| (Chorus) | |
| No reaction | |
| And no sign | |
| There's no time | |
| To rectify | |
| Anxiety reducer | |
| No one else around | |
| Anxiety reducer | |
| You'll never touch the ground | |
| (Verse) | |
| So called human fiber recognized | |
| A struggle, willing blow from inside | |
| Calculate your footsteps second lifetime | |
| Reborn on the day everything has died | |
| (Chorus) | |
| No reaction | |
| And no sign | |
| There's no time | |
| To rectify | |
| Anxiety reducer | |
| No one else around | |
| Anxiety reducer | |
| You'll never touch the ground |