bad machine

you're a bad machine

you never do as you're told

so now they'll switch you off and let you turn cold

inside the factory

the walls talk to me

they tell stories of money

power

lust

and greed

in the factory

the walls talk to me

they tell me i'm a bad machine

i'm a bad machine

i'm a bad machine

i've been hungry

for a thousand days

my feet mark the cold floor where my body lays

and it rots and decays

you should

wash your hands of your religion

hungry little organism

wash your hands of your religion

hungry little organism

in the factory

the walls talk to me

they tell me i'm a bad machine

i'm a bad machine

bad machine

you're a bad machine

yes

you are

you're a bad machine

you never do what you're told

so now they'll switch you off and let you turn cold

with the rest of us