Testo Machine - The Motels

Machine

The machine dreams in unthinkable themes
Zeroing in on the one perfect thing
The machine screams, its claws deep in me
Inventing the landscape where no one is free
Tell me what I want
Tell me how to feel
Tell me of the future
And who I meant to be
The machine knows before even I
Overtaking the sky a lie at a time
The machine counts and tallies its toll
Millions of lives, sacrificed souls
Tell me what I want
Tell me how to feel
Tell me of the future
And who I meant to be
Is there nothing left of me?
Is there nothing left of me?
Is there nothing left of me?
Is there nothing left of me?
The machine dreams in unthinkable themes
Zeroing in on the one perfect thing
Is there nothing left of me?
Is there nothing left of me?
Is there nothing left of me?
Is there nothing left of me?