Why must me try again
When we know we'll die in the end
Why must the day recall
When the night steals light of the sun

What's the point of hope
If you don't believe
What the point of the air in your lungs
If you're afraid to breathe, afraid to breathe

From the shadows we will be seen
Beyond the darkness we will be free
From the fire, from the fire we build a new world
Beyond the machine

What's the point of hope
If you don't believe
What's the point of the air in the sky, in the sky
If you are afraid to breathe, afraid to breath

From the shadows we will be seen
Beyond the darkness we will be free
From the fire, from the fire we build a new world
Beyond the machine

From ashes we will rise
A [?] phoenix into the skies
From the fire, from the fire we make a new world
Beyond the machine
Beyond the machine

Beyond the machine

From the ashes we will rise
From the ashes we will rise
Beyond the machine