I can't expect you to see
Me when I'm not around
And my voice is destroyed
By confinement of sound
I'm a human machine
Laced with hidden disease
If the future is bleak
Then you're connected to me

Flesh into gear myself appears dissected and pretentious
A simple sound, a heavy side could win the whole world over
You live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to
I realize your insecurity will get the best of you

A traitor's embrace
How foolish, how wrong
Contained in one place
Anxiety spawns
Unopened, reowned
What's needed upscaled
Digested, inhaled
Unwilling, unwound

Flesh into gear myself appears dissected and pretentious
A simple sound, a heavy side could win the whole world over
You live in fear of being someone that you didn't want to
I realize your insecurities will get the best of you (X2)