He's got blood shot eyes, skin like wax
He's molding them like clay, twisting their souls
Aimed and getting deep, voracious
Fragile minds, he rips them apart
He faints their conscience
(We are more than just conditioned apes)
He breaks the proud one's will
(Now we've got the chance to break our chains)
He stools their purpose
(We are more so face the fucking truth)
You're just machines
He's in service of something strange
Something untamed that won't be denied
Reaping health, he stirs the crowd
Making them believe his prophecy
He faints their conscience
(We are more than just conditioned apes)
He breaks the proud one's will
(Now we've got the chance to break our chains)
He stools their purpose
(We are more so face the fucking truth)
You're just machine
That's frolic you've machines
Nothing but fucking machines
You can't be anything but what you are
And that's a Goddamned machine
You are a Goddamned machine
He's in service of something strange
Something untamed that won't be denied
Reaping health, he stirs the crowd
Making them believe his prophecy
You're just machines
You've done if you don't get into it

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