We take our virtues up in arms
To save ourselves.
Tonight our fighting friends will stand here and die with us.
Halo you mean nothing to me.
Angel you mean nothing to me.
If I am the message, then you are the machine.
If I am the message, then you are the machine.
We're wearing scars above our arms and covered up.
Should we keep this open ended and just for us.
Halo you mean nothing to me.
Angel you mean nothing to me.
If I am the message, then you are the machine.
If I am the message, then you are the machine.
Just take a look at yourself,
You'd see reflections in all your impurities,
The taste, taste of a burnt tongue.
If I am the message, then you are the machine.
If I am the message, then you are the machine.
You mean nothing to me.
You mean nothing to me.
