Are you in love with your engine of skin? Where does it end and you begin? Does all the pain make you feel alive? A burn from a fire? A cut from a knife? Blood from the cut will be lost in the soil Little by little, ‘till nothing remains Bring on the future where synthetic oil Slowly replaces the blood in my veins On your soft palate - expiration date And someday you will find you've got used to pain Apathy will rise, and it grows in size Just as fast as the growing disease in your brain Can you experience life as it is? Excluding all the wavelengths you miss? And every day you can feel even less The time has come for breeding and death My mind and my soul are a chemical process It can be copied, deleted and more When one door opens, the other one closes But now we can break open all of the doors On your soft palate - expiration date And someday you will find you've got used to pain Apathy will rise, and it grows in size Just as fast as the growing disease in your brain Are you afraid of evolving too far? That at the end we’ll lose who we are? If you are burning the things you oppose Add to the pile your glasses and clothes Take all the flesh that I could live without Damn all the feelings, it is but a shell Upload my soul and my mind to the cloud While my body can go straight to hell On your soft palate - expiration date And someday you will find you' ve got used to pain Apathy will rise, and it grows in size Just as fast as the growing disease in your brain Sometimes I dream Of Luddites reversed That will break down The engines of old Armed to the teeth With pitchforks and torches We'll come to the source To start a revolt Blood from my core Rains on the floor I’d rather die Then give up control Broken machine The engine of skin When you will end Then I’ll begin Are you in love with your engine of skin? Where does it end and you begin? Does all the pain make you feel alive? A burn from a fire? A cut from a knife? Blood from the cut will dissolve in the ocean Little by little you rot from within Your soul is trapped in a downward motion Powered one-way by the engine of skin On your soft palate - expiration date And someday you will find you've got used to pain Apathy will rise, and it grows in size Just as fast as the growing disease in your brain