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