Machinery - Rage

Life means being perfect

Day by day, restless.

I need somebody’s help to get away,

Don’t trust no one.

They don’t want you,

They want your pay.

Win or lose!

Machinery,

Destroying what

I want to be.

Machinery,

There’s nothing that

You get for free.

Reporters work for those

Who pay them well, ruthless.

The top priority is just to sell,

Obey or die.

If you don’t

Play the game,

You’ll die.

Win or lose!

Machinery,

Doesn’t care about

You and me.

Machinery,

Got no choice

At all.

The public wants to be

Fed with big lies.

Illusions, images

And big dreams.

Turns fools into kings,

Let genies die meanwhile.

The glory’s half as bright

As it seems to be.

Why don’t you

Really love the

Things you do?

Liar!

No matter what it is,

It won’t be true

Bitch of success!

You sold your

Honour for the gold

Win or lose!

Machinery,

Destroying what

I want to be.

Machinery,

Got no choice

At all.

Machinery,

There’s nothing that

You get for free.

Machinery,

Hear the salesman’s

Call.