Rust (The Short Story of Mary Agnosia) We're just machines rusting to breathe Hopeless, helpless, deconstructing ourselves Wanting to be wanted, willing to waste our lives Disillusioned, I may never find a sense of home [Chorus] Take me anywhere, wherever you're going Take me anywhere because nobody wants me here
Take me anywhere, Wherever you're going Take me anywhere because nobody wants me here Robots are rising while the rest of us keep writhing We're just inferior after all With the lights out, inspiration, we're a tired nation Faulty, I don't want a sense of home [Chorus x3]