Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink

Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak

A contract with the devil for a life of distain

Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave!



I blame myself



God, help me pour this gas on me

I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour this gas on me



God help me pour this gas on me (x4)



Chocking on the product for the mass to consume

The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed

Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive

A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise



I blame myself



God, help me pour this gas on me

I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour this gas on me



I sold my soul (x11)



God, help me pour this gas on me

I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour, this gas on me



God help me pour this gas on me (x4)