Dying Machines Lyrics

These hands are running on empty

Lungs are filling with earth

Another wound from a battle

Another lesson in self-worth

We carve our own paths

And reap our own soil

We're dying machines

We're burning through oil

Well, I will drift and wonder

Where I'm supposed to be

Carelessness will be my guide

and self-control beyond my reach

Cause that's the way I must be

These hands are running on empty

Lungs are filling with earth

(Maybe I'm not alone)

(These hands are running on empty

Lungs are filling with earth)

Hold this under your tongue

Afraid of everyone

This is the end of the end in repose