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There's something eating at the man
He's a slave to the sound
The puppeteers fly high above the ground
No heart, the beast took its toll
The corporation pumping black in his soul
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information
But sooner or later you'll see

Their eyes gouged by the lack of information
But sooner or later you'll see
Fuck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over

I'd like to tear this temple down
And I watch the crumbling stone
Smash skulls, I'll turn this bloody mess
Into my home
No heart, the beast took its toll
The corporation pumping black in his soul
Their eyes gouged by the lack of information
Come on!

Fuck you, what did we do?
We're the machine in our own mess
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over

There's something living in the man
And he fights for the sound
Your corporate bullshit lies beneath
The cemetery ground
Fuck you, what did we do?

We're the machine in our own mess
Oh no, where did we go?
Running the fortress
I say we set this top ablaze
And star it over