Lyrics

None of the others can give you what you need
I'll make them suffer and make you want me
You are the one
Now prove them wrong

Let’s pull the wires from the machinery
And start a funeral pyre with our dark alchemy
Jagged tongues of fire will caress and consume them
Kneeling to admire our divinity

Holding me close, she said…

Left to corrode, an outmoded device
Reset the code and perfect your disguise
Programmed to oppress with no hope of redemption
Mechanical made of flesh, toy messiah will rise

Twisting the rope, she said…

Break free from your skin machine
Let me be your Magdalene
Or go back to your old routines
On with the show

None of the others can give you what you need
I'll make them suffer and make you want me
You are the one
Now prove them wrong

Let’s pull the wires from the machinery
And start a funeral pyre with our dark alchemy
Time to learn, never turn, watch them burn…

Break free from your skin machine
Let me be your Magdalene
Or go back to your old routines
On with the show