Lyrics: Dri. Do The Dream.

Conform, it's only need
Distort, not what it seems
Resort to the deed
Report to the machine

Modern day vendor that sells you hell
A line is formed, will you live to tell?
Money machine, become all one
Hand to hand, the damage done

Conform, no not alone
Distort, what's always shown
Resort the need again
Report the machine again

Was it over when it started?
Has the warmth since departed?
Did you put your life on hold?
On the shelf while firing the load?