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)