Fractured

A disease of the mind A separation No one cares to remember what came before them How hard is it to reach Is it to reach out? The supply of relief is left untapped (Untapped) Break the silence The machines are built malevolently Designed and coded to make us bleed We must discover an opening A back door into the workings The scraping sound of metal The compiler generates unrest The gleam of the screens, the meaning that you see It isn′t there at all The gleam of the screens, the meaning that you see It isn't there at all The way out is farther than I have ever gone The eye of disarray cannot be outrun, oh no This hatred burrows deep into my skull, it echoes But my heart has been awakened to the sound of remission One nail into the coffin With a pile ready to be added The journey was the ending Of many just like you Woken up under the ground Now he′s six feet deep and quickly running out Suffocating, frantic beating Nothing helps Now the path before him leads straight to Hell In the beginning was a nourished seed Fed by the tears of the family tree Generational anguish and misery All for nothing Unequivocal end The way out is farther than I have ever gone (Ever gone) The eye of disarray cannot be outrun (Cannot be outrun) This hatred burrows deep into my skull, it echoes (Burrows deep into my skull) But my heart has been awakened to the sound of remission Why? Why have I been forsaken? Why? Why have I been forsaken? A disease of the mind A separation No one cares to remember What came before them How hard is it to reach Is it to reach out? The supply of relief is left untapped (Left untapped)