I was making up my mind Blacken the sky It's over Killed by contradiction Fixation is all that's left behind Blacken the sky It's over Killed by contradiction
own way Oh well your future's a machine With the mechanics of a dream And it's your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt
way Oh well your future's a machine With the mechanics of a dream It is your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt
we got unholy left-overs of a compromise Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost (Bow down) Ceremony rape machine Love won't corrode you Ceremony rape machine
but I don't know if it can for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water No longer hiding from
last words to say I'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes And somewhere in a woman's arms the baby cries And I say guilt and innocence they
You make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine You're all filled up with what other people need Hardship, damnation and guilt
colors!" [Mr. Lif] Okay, Jose's working in the slaughterhouse Said he's living in the hood, but he wants to get his daughter out Slipped off a ledge, and fell into a machine
at the faceless company But the corporation machine consists of people like you and me By existing in this society we all share the guilt We're all responsible
own way Oh well, your future's a machine With the mechanics of a dream And it's your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt
Drain the veins in my head Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by Security lines, the x-ray machine Pretend you don't know me so well I wont tell if
we got unholy left-overs of a compromise Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost Bow down Ceremony rape machine Love won't corrode you Ceremony rape machine
it all Stiletto in the sand, fingers on the triggers Tempers boiling over, bleed them red Machines of mass destruction Oh, why did I design them? The guilt
their minds to fall asleep Sneaking out the door to the park I creep Where my machine will wait for me Open up the doors and stumble inside Over a sleeping
them Ashamed of the pig in our head Ashamed so we kill them instead Pigs at the trough are obscene Punish the products but not the machine Pregnant with guilt
