Snog - The Dying Man текст песни

My machine will not talk to me My souls gives me no reply
The ground that I walk upon
On which I cannot even rely
Now all of this is fake
Everything that you and I Are surrounded by Now all of this is fake
My heart dwells in my wallet
My soul resides in my bank account
These possessions have a hold on me It frightens and it clouds
Now all of this is fake
Everything that you and I Are surrounded by Now all of this is fake