Testo Regress

We are the gears in this churning machine
The burning steam from the crack in the surface
We are your soul's insomnia, the restless heart of indignation
Forever awake

You're all insane, staring at inevitable change
The selfish few who will stand in the way
But with each orbit you beg the world to turn at your will To rotate in reverse

You're not a hero if you're trapped behind a mask
Can't hear them screaming when your head is in the sand

We're hopeless, we're helpless, we'll wait here for a sign
Or stare into the sun until we're blind, and out of time

You left each other to drown in a sea of ill concern
In search of a thorned crown you were never meant to earn

You'd set the world ablaze to warm your hands on the flames
How did we let it come to this? We're all to blame

This isn't progress This. Is. Not. This isn't progress
Misled and sick in the head, playing the victim again

You're not a hero if you're trapped behind a mask
Can't hear them screaming when your head is in the sand
What will it take to make you see?

We're hopeless, we're helpless, we'll wait here for a sign
Or stare into the sun until we're blind, and out of time
We are the gears in this churning machine
The burning steam from the crack in the surface
We are your soul's insomnia, the restless heart of indignation