Back from the dead, this is the final calling
Hands grip the throat of the system
Against the grain

No more waiting for a change
Refuse to kneel
Wallowing and choking on this force fed sanity


This is the final calling, feeding us apathy
Bow down and serve your master - the new machine


Fall into illusion
Lost in this false reality

White noise and confusion
Enslaved to the new machine


Beneath the haze, a spirit we should not contain
This life, the blood that flows within our veins
Change

Arise from your slumber
Refuse to kneel
Wallowing and choking on this force fed sanity


This is the final calling, feeding us apathy
Bow down and serve your master - the new machine


I refuse to bow down
I refuse to bow down to this system

The new machine's conquering, fused into our blood stream
I refuse


This is the final calling, feeding us apathy
Bow down and serve your master - the new machine