[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