Lyrics

[Verse 1] An immaculate sun To replace all the neon lights To erase all the blood To deliver a voice on high With the letter of law They hoist the flag on the embassy Hear the melody call Through the whispers of heresy [Chorus] And I really don't want to be reading a magazine When they set off the bombs, when they enter the in-between Cause they're trying to fix another sad machine [Verse 2] It's a prisoner's world Lose the shackles of emptiness Take a hit to the jaw They push you back to the blackened pits [Chorus] And I really don't want to end up in an early grave At the end of a gun, at the end of a Saturday Because they're trying to fix another sad machine [Outro] Even if I don't want To be fixing this sad machine To be something we're not To be fixing this sad machine