Paroles de The Machine

A pool of white Lights the worker's bench Tools with metal bruising Hands worn thin from using The splash of black Grease creeps like a snake The machine grins like the joker Jaws shut over the worker The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine’s gun And by candle light The workеr robotically toils The machine grins like thе joker Jaws shut over the worker, oh The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine’s This fearsome greed In the heart of the machine Only for him he sees While erasing you and me The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine’s gun