Another dreamer steps on to the stage He sings his hope and his fear and his rage As the applause from the crowd starts to fade He hears them swallow the key to his cage Welcome to the machine It's a currency generator And then it's a guillotine A mirror held up to your own behavior I'm gonna take my bow And disappear into the sound I'm leaving my cage on the ground When I take my bow I want you to come to the ground See my feet falling down from the clouds The dreamer dances inside of his cage All his music and words are the same But in the moment he exits the stage You hear him whisper a prayer for the flames Welcome to the machine It's a currency generator And then it's a guillotine A mirror held up to your own behavior When they distinguish your name It may extinguish your flame  (x2) I'm gonna take my bow And disappear into the sound I'm leaving my cage on the ground When I take my bow I want you to come to the ground See my feet falling down from the clouds So trade those ashes for a cry