i'm not the one they called   but i showed up anyway   set off the critical alarm   tweaked to obey      no matter how they change it   the dream always looks the same   decoy machines are breaking   in protest to the game      the shape is in a trance   fixated on the fire   the shape will take its trance   to think it can go higher      reject his record   eject the lady's master tape   it's not that she won't rewind   its her desire to take shape   abandoned bass amp blowing   love to starlight dream   boxes of blood plugged into   our awesome sick machine