Tekster:
Secret Machines The You Are Chains

You are chains When you're chained With a chain, with an iron ring Bound to a rock on which you stand So large You can't see from its surface Covered

You are chains when you're chained with a chain with an iron ring bound to a rock on which you stand so large you can't see from its surface covered

so your skirts don't wind Up in a bunch around your behind When the time comes for the coat to clean You throw this thing in the washing machine Drying you

s automatic My body is a machine, machines need fuel Two gastro-nasal tubes, feed me smoothie food The recluse clearly produced the abstract schematic You

Feeding death to the war machine Are you lonely you're not the only one Feeling coldness in the burning rain In your heart you're haunted by the life

religion Seeking secrets and signs My inner voices scream for vision... ooh Burning road of the cross your eyes are blinding Spirit black you attack and chain

automatic My body is a machine, machines need fuel Two gastro-nasal tubes, feed me smoothie food The recluse clearly produced the abstract schematic You