| G | C | |
| Your mind's a ma | chine |
| G | |
| It's deadly and | dull |
| C | |
| It's never been | still and its will |
| G | |
| Has never been | free |
| C | |
| Lightly | tapping |
| G | |
| A high-pitched | drum |
| C | D | |
| As your | spine starts to | shine |
| G | C | |
| You | shiver at your | soul |
| A fist so clear and climbing |
| D | |
| Punches A | hole |
| G | |
| In the | sky |
| C | |
| So you can | see |
| Am | |
| For your | self |
| Em | |
| If you don't | believe me |
| G | |
| There's | so much less |
| C | G | |
| To this than you | think |
| G | C | |
| It's almost | gone |
| G | |
| The night is diss | olving |
| C | |
| In a cup God | lifts |
| G | |
| To toast the | lightning |
| C | |
| Lightly | tapping |
| G | |
| It's high-pitched and it | hums |
| C | D | |
| As your | spine starts to | shine |
| G | C | |
| You | shiver at your | soul |
| A fist so clear and climbing |
| D | |
| Punches A | hole |
| G | |
| In the | sky |
| C | |
| So you can | see |
| Am | |
| For your | self |
| If you don't [Em}believe me |
| G | |
| There's | so much less |
| C | G | |
| To this than you | think |