作词 : Moore
I'm not the one they calledbut 
I showed up anywayset off the critical alarmtweaked to obeyno matter how they change itthe dream always looks the samedecoy machines are breakingin protest to the gamethe shape is in a trancefixated on the firethe shape will take its tranceto think it can go higherreject his recordeject the lady's master tapeit's not that she won't rewindits her desire to take shapeabandoned bass amp blowinglove to starlight dreamboxes of blood plugged intoour awesome sick machine