Machines

Are you barking at my cold chin?

Holler Christ

I prefer being told what to do

Make my face pull a bloody 360, geez

Taking common tests for nothing

For real, pal

Until I stand today

For real, friend

I can still kid today

Alright

I'm gonna make it a true last goodbye

I'm gonna make it a true last goodbye

Oh, I stand like a dog

Until I'm buried by the absence

Only butchered by delivery

For the outside world I see

Oh, can I least portray a ghost?

See my flesh in sprayed colours

Peel like a building in 2000 AD

To a destiny of winds and machines

Oh, I stand like a dog

Until I'm buried by the absence

Only butchered by delivery

For the outside world I see