Marshland

I have been here for too long

In this lonesome, twisted land

It is deep and sickening

I have to find my way back home

The only way to find myself

Is to descend deeper still

I'm stuck and cold

I'm stuck and cold in marshland

I'm stuck and cold where life is

Plentiful but nothing lives

I'm stuck and cold

I'm stuck and cold in marshland

I'm stuck and cold where life is

Plentiful but nothing lives

A voice I know speaks to me

Of self-deceit and mockery

I search for life and sights to see

Somewhere beyond this cold machinery

Machinery

I'm stuck and cold

I'm stuck and cold in marshland

I'm stuck and cold where life is

Plentiful but nothing lives

I'm stuck and cold

I'm stuck and cold in marshland

I'm stuck and cold where life is

Plentiful but nothing lives

Nothing that I say or do

Matters to the big machine

Nothing that I think or feel

Matters to the big machine

And if I'm dead when tomorrow's gone

The big machine will just move

(Terrible)

The scar you gave me left my soul

Hollow like the love you showed

That empty shell you offered me

Took me further away from the machine

The machine

I'm stuck and cold

I'm stuck and cold in marshland

I'm stuck and cold where life is

Plentiful but nothing lives

I'm stuck and cold

I'm stuck and cold in marshland

I'm stuck and cold where life is

Plentiful but nothing lives

Nothing that I say or do

Matters to the big machine

Nothing that I think or feel

Matters to the big machine

And if I'm dead when tomorrow's gone

The big machine will just move on

Nothing that I say or do

Matters to the machine

Nothing that I think or feel

Matters to the machine

And if I'm dead when tomorrow's gone

The big machine will just move on

And if I'm dead when tomorrow's gone

The big machine will just move