A MACHINE PRODUCING PRODUCTION Lyrics

Life through clouded eyes blurs the sense in meaning

There may be nothingness but intention creates everything

They sucked the life, from deep inside, their taste is Elite

And they decide, yes they decide, who wastes their time, and who to buy

Don't get a chance, inside your head, three steps ahead, of what you said, is incomplete

But sorry I guess, that's how it is, now I must stress, I have digressed, I'm meaning to

Why do passionless trees bear fruit to such a joke?

All meaning revoked

So now it's just

Obsession with this, obsession with that, we're all just

Addicted to this, addicted to that, I'll take another

Fuck it to death, now give it a rest, continue the

Repetitive thrust, all for lust, and I don't see a problem

Obsession with this, obsession with that, we're all just

Addicted to this, addicted to that, I'll take another

Fuck it to death, now give it a rest, continue the

Repetitive thrust, it's all lust, and I don't see a problem

Silence to the angel of my certain death

You know I won't just slip away like that

Your patience has slowly been wearing thin

Like mildew hate seeps into everything

Hard deterministic false prophet virtues spit in the face of anyone who has had a job

Get up on your high horse and you talk that shit son, no difference to you, cause you could select, but I don't have a choice

And every time I want to work on something that I care about, I don't have the strength to follow through

But working for more than half a day will do that to you

Am I not just part of some machine?

We all have to be

And I tried, yes I tried so hard to be of use

But I was reduced, and I was used

To be honest, I gave a shot to your ideas, they haven't brought me anything

Talking to you, way in the back, who doesn't speak, who uses fear to alienate

Choke on your spit, when will you get the simple fact that you are used for tyranny?

But nothing I say, will change your mind, now will it now? Now will it now, you fucking prude?

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"You know what Mr. Rabbit says about the moment of realization?"

"The moment of realization is worth… a thousand prayers."

Fuck this transparency, I won't let you see through me

Because I bear no scars, they all stay hidden inside me

But if you really think that I'd let that get to me

You're wrong, I won't belong, this is in my command

Civilian casualties, fire will scorch the beach and

Turn the sand to rocks, to glass that cuts the feet of

Children in poverty, this world and how it treats

The strong, has all been wrong, I'll never sing along