

Waiting for the mechanical tide to rise
Rust on the gears,
moss on the wire
We are the circuit,
the spark and the fire (ohhh)
And the metal breathes
(ahhh) And the system yields (hey!)
Silicon veins, heartbeat of stone
We found a language we call our own
It's alive, it's alive (ooh-yeah)
We are the wire (ahhh...)