Last night in my bed I had a dream
We got fed to a machine
Could have sworn it was for real like I saw it on a screen
Like I almost heard the screams
Keep on calling out for mercy
Getting slaughtered in their teens
The Machine runs on oil and ambition
A sense of duty in the traditions
It runs on blood and the usual business
It runs on pride and on fools making wishes
Eagles were liberal
Worldviews worked
To convince you of a virtue
Of fulfilling their purpose
Pushing people over the edge and celebrate
That they’re the last ones to fall into the firmness
You’re rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your head up in the clouds
And feel you’re never coming down
The Machine eventually will get us all
You’re rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your stomach in the night
And your back against the wall
The Machine eventually will get us all
I’m gettin' a short glimpse of a perfect life
But within reachin' it, it fares as the perfect lie
Always one step behind
Mind control by the lords
Twenty four seven needing the souls from the hordes
The Machine pierces down into pieces
The message is loud and clear
«Follow the leaders»
And we close styles for livin' in denial
It’s for the best
Fun to watch the finish line
With there is no fucking rest
No fucking rest
The Machine won’t take a break
And if you try to slow it down or protest
The Machine runs at your face
It’s due to growth and to full employment
The Machine won’t take a break
But if we stop to destroy what destroys us The Machine gon' have to break
The Machine has to mark getting wizkids
Kicking ass, day and night, so addictive
Proper counts, unthinkable amounts
In the budget, make us love it Keeps us loyal no doubt
Showing us images of what we can become
Make us think we separated
Can’t relate to anyone
In a made up competition
Beat neighbors into submission
For a chance to get ahead
In a race that cannot be won
You’re rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your head up in the clouds
And feel you’re never coming down
The Machine eventually will get us all
You’re rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your stomach in the night
And your back against the wall
The Machine eventually will get us all