We wrote these plans
Took the order the architecture
And followed them to the end
Until the gears ground cold and relentless

There was no remorse
We had none
We kept on
With no trace of a regret

I never saw any blood
No soul for the body
Watch them turn her scab covered skin into stone
Like a coal in the sky

Searching for the dawn for the last time
Bloated with white eyes wide
We've come to an understanding
You lose, I profit

High noon and there ain't
No secrets, no more excuses
Now our number's up
Let them lead us by the throat

Now just smile
While the rope pulls tighter
Guilty is an understatement
The hourglass is never right side up

And all the time
We try to tear the script up
Forgetting all the sour for the sweet
The paragraph has never been so empty

The mother dies with infant in arms
The lifeless test tube,
Look what she's done
Evolution gave us a clock
That's always winding down

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Writer(s): BENJAMIN ALLEN WEINMAN, GREG PUCIATO