Everything connects, sends and reads
Everything looks better, bigger and important
But what really connects
Is becoming primitive
Connections of souls, loves and lifes
Replaced by what everyone sees
Not for what everyone is

The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine
The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine

The dead receive more flowers than the living
Because remorse is stronger than gratitude
We still have a chance to rescue
All important connections lost in time
Maybe like this, we can see more
There is still time to want, another way

The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine
The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine

The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine
The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine

The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine
The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine

The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine
The machine turns upside down
And everything seems to be fine