My bunker above the sky, it keeps me safe
At night my brain remembers it's a lofty grave

Sending, sending signals to my inner mind
Losing, losing grip on my perception of time
Captive, captive in a trap of my own design

My bunker above the sky, I lived, but why?
Yearning, yearning to hear a voice beyond my own
In vain I continue to transmit the static
It shatters
It shatters
It shatters

I saw the ore of machines melted down in an instant
Organic compounds of cyborgs turned to steam
Is this a dream?
Is this a dream?