Songtext von That's A Good Looking Machine

You look cold and you look tired You look cold and beaten You look cold, spent, and broken You look cold, you look like me Isn't it hard to look outside With these eyes that won't stay closed? Ever wonder why they gave us eyes? Ever wonder what keeps us alive? Why can't this be good enough? Maybe we could stop the blood Heal the wounds and make the best of it I can't find the instructions I never learned how to fly Woke up today with a hole in my soul I never learned how to die Manufactured hope and postcards? Pretty pictures of a better place (or is this it?) Can we make the best of it?