F*ck the machine.
Ether feed the machine or starve yourself, an't this a lovely world?
Offer blood to grease its gears, isnt a lovely twirl?
Hear the screams, as the wheels grind. Isnt a lovely melody?
Ether hop on board or hop on in the machine. Isnt a lovely thought?
Oil up the axel, with the tears of the ones who couldnt pay. Isnt a lovely thing?
Toss in more money, to burn for fuel. Isnt a lovely smell?
See the bodies, left in the aftermath. Isnt a lovely sight?
Fuck the machine.....
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