Reel to Real Lyrics

We're cannon fodder for the machines

We're cannon fodder for the machines

We're cannon fodder for the machines

We're cannon fodder for the machines

Did you hear the news?

No, that's not what I'm referring to.

Let's pretend this house is not a mess.

Get that quick fix of digital riddeline

Forget feels when dealing with endorphins

When all the skies on fire

Stack the cash on ashes higher

We're cannon fodder for the machines

Do you feel the blues?

Treat the symptoms with a clip or two

Pop one every hour, you'll be fine

Ideal citizens dance on assembly lines

Attention span is the new U.S. currency

When all the skies are on fire

Stack the cash on ashes higher

We're cannon fodder for the machines

We're cannon fodder for the machines

Curled neck, eyes are porcelain, porcelain

Glazed over our demise

Curled neck, eyes are porcelain, porcelain

Side effects may include

No difference between me and you

When all the skies are on fire, fire, fire

Stack the cash on ashes higher, higher

We're cannon fodder for the machines

We're cannon fodder for the machines

Come on, come on, come on let's burn!