Angry hands deny my eyes the lines of destiny’s map
Fists of lies and paranoia, shadowboxing with my conscience
Rust eats the skin from our machines like some kind of cancer
Yet we still roam, while others strap in and tailgate me gunning for infinity
I have this insatiable need to question, step back from it
Stress racks my body with symptoms as I try to slow it all down
‘The Machine’ keeps pounding, plowing forward, laying waste
I try to slow it down, but it was set into motion long ago and the throttle is stuck
No brakes and I want to get off so desperately, while mankind clambers to hitch a ride
Time waits for no man and Death runs the race by our sides with a grin
Rust eats the skin from our machines like some kind of cancer
Yet we still roam, while others strap in and tailgate me gunning for infinity
I have this insatiable need to question, step back from it
Stress racks my body with symptoms as I try to slow it all down
‘The Machine’ keeps pounding, plowing forward, laying waste
I try to slow it down, but it was set into motion long ago and the throttle is stuck
No brakes and I want to get off so desperately, while mankind clambers to hitch a ride
Time waits for no man and Death runs the race by our sides with a grin
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