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 (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 (wait here for a sign)
We are your soul's insomnia
(Or stare into the Sun until we're blind)
The restless heart of indignation