towering impersonal machines
I'm not the first to feel this
a world of fiction still a world of madness
you're not the first to hear this
the hunt for the hunt for perfection
to catch them in their act this time

we're not wearing anything to hide our souls
we sleep with our speech on our sleeves and our hearts in our mouths
the ones that fake the emotion
are the ones that win our affection
I can't be the first person to see the end
you can't be the first person to see me at the end

I've blamed myself enough lately
now I'll try blaming my goals
you've blamed yourself enough lately
now try blaming these holes
you're just what I was meant to create
we're just what it was meant to create