Текст песни Machines

All of the machines are standing here But that work, work, work disappear Put the gloves on, put the mess over there Put the gloves on, put the mess over there All of the machines are standing here, standing here I went to work, I couldn't figure it out Tried going to church but God fell asleep on my couch I charge my phone on top of Heavenly clouds Machines working, phone’s be twerking I want to know where we go from hеre Where wе go from here What colour's your soul? All of the machines are standing here But that work, work, work disappear Put the gloves on, put the mess over there Put the gloves on, put the mess over there All of the machines are standing here, standing here What colour's your soul? All of the machines are standing here But that work, work, work disappear Put the gloves on, put the mess over there Put the gloves on, put the mess over there All of the machines are standing here, standing here