Machine

There's a screw loose on the panel

Holding in the sanity, and the handle

Is falling off the exit door....

The engine won't stop stalling

And flakes of rust are falling

Dusting the already ruined floor....

The light in the eyes needs to be replaced,

And the legs don't work, but it still gives chase.....

Oh, the machine, the machine,

An ugly, horrid, graceless thing.

Oh, the machine, the machine,

Kneel and bow before your faceless king.

Society loves it, and no one's above it,

Nobody sees behind the screen.

Made to destroy us, and to control us,

Made to rip apart our "faithful" team!

The windows are cracked,

And the warmth that you lack

Is gonna bring you to your knees--

Oh, the machine, the machine,

An ugly, horrid, graceless thing.

Oh, the machine, the machine,

Kneel and bow before your faceless king.

But if you were to look behind the mask

If you were to drink outside the poisoned flask,

You would see the truth they hide from you:

THEY'RE THE ONES CONTROLLING YOU!--

Oh, the machine, the machine,

An ugly, horrid, graceless thing.

Oh, the machine, the machine,

Kneel and bow before your faceless king.