Looking for salvation, I´m blind.
Thought contamination, I find.
Greedy spiders talk to me in my head.
I think I´m drifting.

I´m in the big machine. My next hero´s calling.
Who knows what he may bring to me?

Government intrusion, again.
Cultural illusion, offends.
Grain of sand in traffic jam, and I´m late.
I think I´m drifting.

I´m in the big machine. My next hero´s calling.
Who knows what she may bring to me?

See the demons all around and sometimes
I feel like one of them. Feel the rage is building inside,
I walk to the final edge, I´m dreaming...

I´m in the big machine. My next hero´s calling.
Who knows what he may bring to me?