there's something eating at the man
he's a slave to the sound
the puppeteers fly high above the ground
the corporation pumping black in his soul
their eyes gouged by the lack of information
but sooner or later you'll see. their eyes gouged by the lack of information
but sooner or later you'll see. fuck you
we're the machine in our own mess
i say we set this top ablaze
and star it over. i'd like to tear this temple down
and i watch the crumbling stone
i'll turn this bloody mess
the corporation pumping black in his soul
their eyes gouged by the lack of information. come on!
we're the machine in our own mess
i say we set this top ablaze
and star it over. there's something living in the man
and he fights for the sound
your corporate bullshit lies beneath
the cemetery ground. fuck you
we're the machine in our own mess
i say we set this top ablaze