BioMecha Breakdown

(ahhh-oooh-ah) Silver lines run through the clay

We are wired to fade away (oooh)

I feel the spark beneath my skin

Where the machine ends

and we begin

(hey!) (ya-ya-chopped-oooh) Breath of glass and lungs of wire

Feeding on an older fire (go!) (ah-ah-uh-uh-shattered)

We

are wired to fade... (ah-ooo-h...)