nothing ever lives long enough for me to enjoy it...

Destruction
Death.
Pain.
Infiction.
Remorse.
Evil.
Bones.
Blood.
Fear.
Evil.
Lurking.
Oh,
So.
Near.
Tremble.
Death.
Will.
Keep.
You.
Still.

Forever Automatic- by: the damned

Slowly souls wither
Silently, without sound
Like a gasping actor
Behind a silent movie
No one hears the screams
And no one cares

We are the automated class
Risen by the machine
Progress is always automatic
The machine is automatic

Rebellion ends in despair
Our minds are formed of clay
Us, our flesh is ground in the gears
Life, it tears

This machine is automatic
The stakes are high
Our desperate rebellions
Are silenced with lies

Shall we work in the ground?
Are we Moloch's?
Will we be thrust down to the depths
By the ones who tell us what to do?

'Welcome to the machine'
I once heard a man sing
Well, I'm starting to believe it
I've got this guitar
To punish my ma'

But the machine is too loud
The steam is drowning our cries
Never stopping
We go on falling
Feel your heart dropping

The future hope
Has been smothered into a 'must'
And the real dreams
Have disappeared for so long
Only longing for something
But nothing comes

Our minds become tired
Our souls seek only rest
But slowly the propaganda works its way
And we can't save this world anyway
Or so we think

Is it possible
To throw a wrench
Into the American machine
Destroy it from the insides
Make it crumble and burn

All I know till then
Time is money
School is money
People are oblivious
We all die alone

And when we die
We will look to the sky
And see that nothing has ever changed
The young are raised to succeed
In what the elders could not
but is it what's important
Is it what's right

God damn the USA
Blow this hell to dust
To ashes, to ashes
Corporate lust to dust

Welcome to the machine
That can not be stopped