Machines Are Us

I wanna taste you, feel you, make you hurt I wanna taste your second skin, you're my sin I wana get to know you inside and out All I feel is the past, that is hunting us down Collecting memories Like pictures out of a book I can't reach it, it's out

It's been times I've denied my existence Stretched out in christ pose A puppeteer of a lost world If I only cause you rain I'll give you my skin So you can feel how I feel This is my existence Like I've never deserved it Somewhere along the line I lo

All they ever cared about Was the fame they breed with death Still hide their faces, it's too real to be exposed How I wish to force you all in the end to swallow lead To put you six feet under But you'll never be worth the mud on my hands This time

Punishment for intolerance, so Entertain us when you're still able to perform I'm sorry to admit that I won't be around When the world you created will collapse and drown Back to the crypt, nothing will last We'll all fade away, in one single blast O

I became the consumer of the ends you created Alienated myself Through hell and higher grounds Fascinated by static behavior I'll obtain what I want, recycle Echo, re-echo I'll set no limits for myself, no restraints I'm the consumer of your needs I'

Changing sides, follow lines Frequencies decide Who designed me this way? And who's around to play? Adjust, my gain Replace my fear with pain I'm on a wave Select any game to save Will we fight it? Will we play? Will we start all over again? Well, we