If we are machines
And comparable
If we are alone
All alone
We prefer to keep our lies concealed...concealed

If there is no source
Of our qualities
If all that we are
Was unplanned
This illusion is a sick, cruel joke...a cruel joke
A cruel joke

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

I once fell in love
She was everything
I once fell in love...
I fell in love
But now I cry, for I don't believe that
Love exists at all... at all