Over the hills, prisoner to her glory
Machines forged from steel, bonded to the night
She cries out to her master, no one caught her listening
She's alone with her thoughts.

On the razor's edge she fell, she got hurt
You can track her time, she knows minds of dirt

Digital neon burns
Skylines and spectral dawns
Wizardry at work
Then man becomes his god

Fighting off temptation, circuitry and steel
Leather wrapped in nightmares for her to feel
Tied up in deception, waiting to get out
The web casts a shadow, the shadow is her doubt

Magic! It's not magic
It's real!