Everyone destroys the thing they love
But with you I thought I could lay disease to rest
Stop trying to put love to the test
My daydream used to be second guest
No life support machine
I don't need prozac or blind faith
To reconstruct a world that's safe
How many moments lost in fear of pain
Just teardrops falling in rain
No life support machine
I get so sick of the things I feel
Scratching the surface to get to what's real
I won't be part of your sad concealed machine
Machine, machine, machine
Your concealed machine
I get so sick of the things I feel
(Concealed machine)
Scratching the surface to get to what's real
(Concealed machine)
I won't be part of your sad concealed machine
Machine, machine, machine