Life’s a cold machine, I don’t know how it works If I die, when I die, make it slow, make it hurt So I can finally feel something before I turn to dirt Was it love? Was it hate? What the fuck was it worth? Life’s an old machine, who knows how it works But when I die, if I die, make it slow, make it hurt So I can finally feel something before I turn to dirt Was it love? Was it hate? What the fuck was it worth? Talking to myself, really talking to a screen Hoping someone else will know what I mean Talking to a screen, really talking to myself If I don’t know what I mean, how the hell will someone else? Introspection kills, suicide saves some Crime pays the bills, work nine to five then buy a gun Make moves while you’re young, cash in your own deals Time waits for no one, cliche but it’s real If I knew then what I know now I would’ve killed my friends, isolation hones style Learn the why, know how What comes ‘round the bend? Solve that problem, child Nobody knows the end Love, love, love, love, love hates to start shit Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, love’s a target Contrasting concepts, yet they can relate Death’s a long rest, life is just a long wait Irrational hate, unconditional love Abstract coexistences composed out of mud Anger bangs the skull, it wants to be let out Wrath wraps around the body, it pours from the mouth Happiness is stressful, with faith comes doubt Skepticism is a hobby, truth works itself out Truthfully you should see that the you is also me And I blinds them from us, so who are we? Semantics are a must, Babel Tower or bust One language, one power, silence then becomes trust Silence then becomes trust Silence then becomes trust Silence then becomes trust Life’s a cold machine, I don’t know how it works If I die, when I die, make it slow, make it hurt So I can finally feel something before I turn to dirt Was it love? Was it hate? What the fuck was it worth? Life’s an old machine, who knows how it works But when I die, if I die, make it slow, make it hurt So I can finally feel something before I turn to dirt Was it love? Was it hate? What the fuck was it worth? Talking to myself, really talking to a screen Hoping someone else will know what I mean Talking to a screen, really talking to myself If I don’t know what I mean, how the hell will someone else?
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