Tekster:
Machinist

We're approaching the gloating Of another dealer's winning hand The inspiring delusions Living up to the dreams of modern man And I swear we put our lives

We?re made up with a balance so delicate Rarely ever calm and serene When everything of use is irrelevant We?re all just self-destructing machines And

the body robbed of soul to be the fuel for your control i see the standing knocked to their knees, and i've seen the human beings you treat like machines MACHINIST

We?re made up with a balance so delicate Rarely ever calm and serene When everything of use is irrelevant We?re all just self-destructing machines And

My hand it shakes, a subtle wave good bye To a year I spent collecting dust and slowly fading away Till I found someone who takes care of me When I lock

Oh my God what have I become? I have lost all hope for better days with no one beside me From the lowest I have ever been I found rock bottom is comfortable

Those lips are laced with good intentions But they fail to cover up the taste of everyone you've been with Feeling lost and out of touch, I would kill

Knee deep in a shallow place, I find a way to rest my head By giving myself to the more than willing But these nights shatter my dreams of falling deep

the body robbed of soul to be the fuel for your control i see the standing knocked to their knees, and i've seen the human beings you treat like machines MACHINIST