Machine: Deicide

It’s simple and numb,

Stuck on automatic,

It’s a blind dealer - a wide-eyed addict.

We’ve allowed for a wheel of loss and desire,

Now there’s no way to put out the fire.

Yea we’re all just rollin’ - high on some junk,

Automatic lava, deicide monk,

A hall full of kids trying to deal with their guilt,

But the echo of the hall is automatically built - and it’s alright.

Find yourself and look back,

No one else will-

We’ve created a monster and it’s ready to build.

The young one’s a trigger, with a bad habit,

She’s a blind nun, cruelest in static.

Yea the past’s just running, high on a stick,

Meaning is useless when given to the sick,

A hall full of kids automatically built so the edge of the hall is ready to kill you alright -

And it’s alright (with you)

Alarm is going off,

Oh can’t you hear -

Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear,

Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile,

Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial (x9)

Alarm is going off,

Oh can’t you hear -

Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear,

Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile,

Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial

Yea we’re all just rolling,

The mothers have sunk,

All the blood’s hidden in the Governor’s trunk,

They keep you in a hall with all of your ilk,

To echo the title of the trunk that they built : “it’s alright”

And it’s alright (with you)