Woorden: Miss May I. Gears.

Once again being here recovering over and over.
Torn from inside from every direction.
Uncontrolled creations of the entire whole.

Making us just a device for you.
Making us someone to be abused.
Making us desperate.
Making us desperate and confused.

Our gears are wearing down, down to nothing, because of you. [2x]

Oh the feeling of being machines. [x2]
Created for you.

Our gears are wearing down, down to nothing, because of you. [x2]

Our gears are wearing down, down to nothing... [x2]