He's got blood shot eyes, skin like wax He's malding them like clay, twisting their souls Aimed and giting deep, voracious Fragile minds, he rips them apart
He faints their conscience (We are more than just conditiened apes) He breakes the proud one's will (Now we've got the chance to break our chains) He stools their purpose (We are more so face the fucking truth) You're just machines
He's in service of something strange Something untomed, that won't be denied Reaping health, he stirs the crowd Making them believe, his prophecy
He faints their conscience (We are more than just conditiened apes) He breakes the proud one's will (Now we've got the chance to break our chains) He stools their purpose (We are more so face the fucking truth) You're just machines
That's folic you've machines Nothing but fucking machines You can't be anything, but what you are And that's a goddamned machines You are a goddamned machines
You are machines You've done, if you don't get into itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
