---

(Every pulse a beckoning)

(Searching your face for a hint of affinity)

Be still--

A shaky hand cannot build this

Machine

Devil's in the details

It burns

Take my love into your hands

It burns

Throw it in the fire

Feed the flame…

This cold

Penetrates into my bones

And melts

As I turn to steam

This heart

is built upon a plan of souls

This heart

Playing to a broken beat

I turn to you…

(But) your eyes, they lie

Green as the grass beside the river

I don't know why

I'm

Giving so much of myself

To my own

Enemy

Can't fix this

Machine

I can't

Tell what is real with this

Shadow

Trailing my every breath

Softly

I tread on flowers that

Lead the way

Into your

Heart

I wish

What I see in front of me

Was real

But it's just pretend again

This heart

Powers the machine I'm in but

This heart

Cannot take a hit again

Your eyes, they lie

(Grease the gears)

Green as the grass beside the river

(Watch them spin)

I don't know why

I'm

Losing so much of myself

To my own

Enemy

Can't fix this

Machine