Fuel for Their Machine -

Contemplating a perfect ending that seems so hard to find

The waters deep

And growing deeper despite the changing tides

Swim for shore

And you can make it out of this mess alive

Trust yourself

The mirage you see is made of lies

Lies, Lies, Yea

Step by step a methodic

Slow and Steady crime progression

Calculated premeditated the innocent complacent

Undetected the crime goes just as

Planed no second guessing

And freedom’s gone and you didn’t even put up a fight, fight, fight

Blind but I still see you in front of me there

The painted picture you dyed in pseudo satisfaction

The truth is bleeding through now

A canvas made of swollen tongues

Together we can stand against this

Oo but you know,

Appealing as it seems

This temporary fix is

Ironically a crutch from

The same ones crippling us my friend

Time and time again

A bleeding heart in their hands

Hides the Daggers up their sleeves

Destroy the cage in which they’ve imprisoned

Slaves unaware to the decaying conditions

Self reliance will give us conviction

To survive

Oh lets disengage

Self perpetuating this machine

Or Waste lifetime charred with pseudo-satisfaction

How can they just sit and say that this is justified

When the only thing they want from me is

FUEL FOR THEIR MACHINE

(Chant)

FUEL FOR THEIR MACHINE (x 3)

That’s what they want from me yeah

FUEL FOR THEIR MACHINE (x3)

That’s all they want from me

Somewhere down this road

We lost our vision and our voice

Allowing the road to steer us and all that we know

Somewhere down this road

We submitted vision and voice

And the road brought us to,