For the cause: my trial, my judgment, my retribution,
A new machine, leaving all behind,
Mercy will complicate,
Fill the space inside; shoot to kill the wounded,
The callous tongue.

My aim is precise, armed with my own failures,
The cost of being you, the cost of being you.

Brace yourself like a man, brace yourself,
You fail to qualify,
It's only personal, just being, just being,
The cost of being.

A new machine, a new machine.

Brace yourself...brace yourself like a man.

My aim is precise, my retribution,
My aim is precise, my retribution.