production declined, machines

we all march on

life swallowed in lies

detachment conclusion

your taste for pure freedom



the passion is over

no last goodbyes

you gained your pure freedom

and left us behind



can't you lok back before you

fucking booted smack

thought it was cool, in fact

you're wrong for taking life

deal pressure from life, not stray

for today, don't run away

machine parts all march on