I'm a marionette with severed strings
Gorge on my soul while I'm weak and dying

Haunted by futures I can't avoid
A shape immersed through the fog of war

Synthetic and divine
And we touched the veil and it broke our spines

Our resistance is mass-produced
And she will ghostwrite my obsessions
Reach out, touch me
And draw me from the sixth dimension
You have been forcing my hand

Love revealed our failed rebellion

Our resistance is mass-produced
She will ghostwrite my obsessions
Reach out, touch me
And draw me from the sixth dimension
You have been forcing my hand