The Machine
There once was a time
I had hope in my mind
The future was sublime
the world was all mine
A product of the machine
I've forgotten how to dream
Deafened by the screams
from all who believed
Leave your morals at the door
gotta even up the score
gotta fight another war
all you want is more
My hands still bleed
from planting the seed
of your ever growing greed
A prisoner never free
The King on his throne
the risk not his own
Hearts made of stone
destroy flesh and bone
From the moment we are born
we are forced to conform
to the pattern that's been formed
by the weak and the scorned
and now I look in the eyes
of these children by my side
our failure will not die
they will pay for our pride
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