Songtext von Machinery

Manipulated As a machine, I keep on doing on and on the same thing To put together these fucking devices For ass holes at war ending up in slices... Death factory, Killing machine, Death factory, Here comes my fury!!! Conditioned, No other choice, nothing else to do, It's not easy to find work in my country Forced to produce these fucking devices, For brothers at war ending up in slices. Death factory, Killing machine, Death factory, Here comes my fury!!! Machinery