Don't like the people who tell me who I am
Everywhere is fucking sickness again and again.
Everyone lives in his own coordinate
Great diller's-company syndicate.
Make your mind, make you go, make you sit
Don't need no news - I don't give a shit.
Somewhere a war, someone dies, something get load
What am I? A little bug crawling from home to work.
It's a strain, it's a strain, it's a strain!
Someone is pressing me, someone unknown
Something is telling me it's creeping along.
The Machine hangs over me
Does not want to feel
The Machine hangs over me
Can't hear my scream!
The Machine
© Copyright: Натаниель Йорк, 2018
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