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Machine

Dead Artist Syndrome

From her flames she pulls them out,
Pounds in nails then spins about,
Files and scrapes and the thrust sleeps in,
Paints them over or throw them to the flames again.
The machine has no heart,
The machine has no fear,
The machine's moving parts haven't changed in years.
It sees day and it sees night,
Can't see grey, just black and white,
It revised the masters plan,
Furnace is full, sorrow is empty again.
The machine has no heart,
The machine has no fear,
The machine's moving parts haven't changed in years,
The machine has no heart,
The machine cries no tears,
The machine grinds us up 'til our strength disappears.
Time to stop the assembly line,
Retune itself while there's still time,
Great downsizing is coming soon,
Modify the tolerance or the factory is doomed.
The machine has no heart,
The machine has no fears,
The machine's moving parts haven't changed in years,
The machine has no heart,
The machine has no tears,
The machine grinds us up 'til our faith disappears,
The machine has no heart,
The machine cries no tears,
The machine's moving parts haven't changed in years,
The machine has no heart,
The machine cries no tears,
The machine grinds us up 'til our faith disappears.
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them or get out,
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them or get out,
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them or get out,
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them or get out,
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them or get out,
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them or get out,
Turn off mind, must conform,
Be like them.






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