When the machine pumps in your head and all you taste is red   As the machine pumps in your head, all you taste is red   The trigger of her sweat and all the things she says   Trigger of her sweat and all your logic's dead      Aah, ah ah ah, aah, ah ah ah, aah (x2)      Your whole life in a sec   There ain't no turning back   So many things unsaid   So many thoughts unpacked       Aah, ah ah ah, aah, ah ah ah, aah (x2)      The longer that you wait   The more it operates   The longer that you wait   The more it operates      Is the slightest whim of fate   Enough to make you break?      Aah, ah ah ah, aah, ah ah ah, aah (x2)      And all you taste is red   When the machine pumps   When the machine pumps (x2)      And all you taste is red   When the machine pumps in your head    All you taste is red   The machine pumps in your head