The Gears

I dream in hieroglyphs
That I cannot read
They tell a story
That we struggle to see

A pair of sinners
Tryna break the machine
And the static of your body
Makes my fingers numb

And the gears they keep on turning
My name upon your lips a curse
Of what you give me I'm undeserving
But only you can see what burns

The pretty lies is what you want to believe
But there is beauty in the broken unclear
At the end of it all, you're what I breathe
And the static of your body brings my lips to life

And the gears they keep on turning
My name upon your lips a curse
Of what you give me I'm undeserving
But only you can see what burns

And the gears they keep on turning
My name upon your lips a curse
Of what you give me I'm undeserving
But only you can see what burns