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they want your pay. win or lose!
machinery
destroying what
they want your pay. win or lose!
machinery
destroying what
listen to the dumb and try to teach the dead
machinery of lies
bugs
listen to the dumb and try to teach the dead
machinery of lies
bugs
start
grinding gears and machinery
apparatus gesticulate
start
grinding gears and machinery
apparatus gesticulate
awaiting to be sincerely torn
bones are crushed by machinery
their dust will be spread by the storm
awaiting to be sincerely torn
bones are crushed by machinery
their dust will be spread by the storm
reality - so virtual
reality - machinery
designed by me
reality - so virtual
reality - machinery
designed by me
is mentality
machinery
machinery
is mentality
machinery
machinery
how will i survive?
how to not turn into a tool of the machinery
misfit of madness
how will i survive?
how to not turn into a tool of the machinery
misfit of madness
no way for the weak to survive
industrial machinery
termination in disgusting noise
no way for the weak to survive
industrial machinery
termination in disgusting noise
start
i'm machinery
with a semi-automatic heart
start
i'm machinery
with a semi-automatic heart
all my own
machinery you can't control
others complain about their worst troubles you wish were your own
all my own
machinery you can't control
others complain about their worst troubles you wish were your own
my roots are anchored solid
i ain't machinery i'm a man
i'll be here in the morning come pouring rain or sun
my roots are anchored solid
i ain't machinery i'm a man
i'll be here in the morning come pouring rain or sun
my roots are anchored solid
i ain't machinery i'm a man
i'll be here in the morning come pouring rain or sun
my roots are anchored solid
i ain't machinery i'm a man
i'll be here in the morning come pouring rain or sun
jaded
you're my victorian machinery
leave yourself to lie
jaded
you're my victorian machinery
leave yourself to lie
treading on a turning wheel
machinery is screaming
shoulder to the stone again
treading on a turning wheel
machinery is screaming
shoulder to the stone again
can't afford to disappoint the moonlight
my what lovely scenery cupid's own machinery
made to trap a nervous chap like me
can't afford to disappoint the moonlight
my what lovely scenery cupid's own machinery
made to trap a nervous chap like me
'till the soles of his feet turned black
his hands wouldn't work the machinery
cause his brain told him what to say
'till the soles of his feet turned black
his hands wouldn't work the machinery
cause his brain told him what to say
we all stop
as the line between machinery and humanity blurs
end
we all stop
as the line between machinery and humanity blurs
end
i'd say i'd rather be
a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
but i don't
i'd say i'd rather be
a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
but i don't