A machine came knocking at my door Lost and alone; hungry for oil. I could see he wouldn't get too far Shape of a man; soul of a car. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable. What I see and what I think I hear Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear. A machine will never have to feel. I know it's fake but pretend that it's real. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
