| Last night in my bed I had a dream
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| We got fed to a machine
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| Could have sworn it was for real like I saw it on a screen
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| Like I almost heard the screams
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| Keep on calling out for mercy
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| Getting slaughtered in their teens
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| The Machine runs on oil and ambition
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| A sense of duty in the traditions
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| It runs on blood and the usual business
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| It runs on pride and on fools making wishes
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| Eagles were liberal
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| Worldviews worked
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| To convince you of a virtue
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| Of fulfilling their purpose
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| Pushing people over the edge and celebrate
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| That they’re the last ones to fall into the firmness
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| You’re rising for a fall
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| Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
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| Put your head up in the clouds
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| And feel you’re never coming down
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| The Machine eventually will get us all
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| You’re rising for a fall
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| Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
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| Put your stomach in the night
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| And your back against the wall
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| The Machine eventually will get us all
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| I’m gettin' a short glimpse of a perfect life
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| But within reachin' it, it fares as the perfect lie
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| Always one step behind
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| Mind control by the lords
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| Twenty four seven needing the souls from the hordes
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| The Machine pierces down into pieces
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| The message is loud and clear
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| «Follow the leaders»
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| And we close styles for livin' in denial
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| It’s for the best
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| Fun to watch the finish line
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| With there is no fucking rest
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| No fucking rest
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| The Machine won’t take a break
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| And if you try to slow it down or protest
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| The Machine runs at your face
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| It’s due to growth and to full employment
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| The Machine won’t take a break
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| But if we stop to destroy what destroys us
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| The Machine gon' have to break
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| The Machine has to mark getting wizkids
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| Kicking ass, day and night, so addictive
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| Proper counts, unthinkable amounts
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| In the budget, make us love it
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| Keeps us loyal no doubt
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| Showing us images of what we can become
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| Make us think we separated
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| Can’t relate to anyone
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| In a made up competition
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| Beat neighbors into submission
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| For a chance to get ahead
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| In a race that cannot be won
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| You’re rising for a fall
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| Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
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| Put your head up in the clouds
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| And feel you’re never coming down
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| The Machine eventually will get us all
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| You’re rising for a fall
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| Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
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| Put your stomach in the night
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| And your back against the wall
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| The Machine eventually will get us all |