Come down visit the circus
Take a break from the surface
In our twisted factory
You are the spare part we need
Gears grind springs locks are unwound
Bloody belt spinning round round
You don't know what we've been through
Awful fait we didn't chose
It's a blueprint for fear a dream left rotting
There's a little of me in everybody
Whoa there's no where left to hide
The assembly line
Keeps on churning until we are one
Nightmare By Disign
(Instrumental)
Left here to rotten in our cells
We reinvented ourselves
But before we can escape
Our mask could use an upgrade
Our souls prisoned and manufactured
Fuse back dread manufactured
Don't hold it against us please
When your part of the machine
It's a blueprint for fear a dream left rotting
There's a little of me in everybody
Whoa there no where left to hide
The assembly line
Keeps on churning until we are one
(Deep voice)
Nightmare By Disign
(Instrumental)
When your part of the machine
