اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
