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And they take to the air with Stone Temple Pilots
I man my parachute crew with the Motley Crue
My be	-52 fires Nine Inch Nails
Radiohead, I cause phonetic
gonna feel good 

Marching the hate machines into the sun 
Marching the hate machines into the sun 

We'll let's start by 
Making it clear 
Who is
gonna feel good 

Marching the hate machines into the sun 
Marching the hate machines into the sun 

We'll let's start by 
Making it clear 
Who is
arm as the wind blows by
And it looks so alive
Nice and white
Just like its climbed right out
Of my washing machine
Washing machine
Washing
another truth installed by the machine.
A secret wish the marrying of lies
today comes true what common sense denies.
Rotating wheels of destiny inflame
my head
Trading blood for ink, into torture I will sink
Beneath the machine again

Just remember
It's all for time
By skin be judged, with my skin
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
Blood on the pedals
Blood on the grips
Steel-leveled, chest-level
Smear my lips
Let them slip into a smile
Because now after awhile
It's all
That's what this machine is for
Turning bellies into stars, then repeating
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lever, flip the switch
Making
He descends from the sky
And he's ready to die for the thrill
When the predator falls
Your fate will be called by his will

Reeling you into
He descends from the sky
And he's ready to die for the thrill
When the predator falls
Your fate will be called by his will

Reeling you into
get ready
 Hook me into the Zen Machine
 Sharing time on the Zen Machine
 Load me up
 Everybody get ready
 Sometimes it's clear to me
 Then for
The death of the Omega pilots the war machine
We shall destroy the earth
Rebuild it
None shall inherit it
Blood turned into fire
Made to drink
blame myself
And I blame the machines

I'm flying blind
I'm speeding through
I hate to think
I've been fooled by you
An interactive nightmare show
of straight line 
Dark hair buzzed and figurine 
Standing right beside me 

Hang out by the fruit machine 
Right next to the bathroom 
Skinhead muscle
mirrors 
Where your eyes used to be 
I stared at myself and I called for some help 
Into the answering machine

The day slipped by and I tried
to beams
Live to the means
Screaming as Jimmmy Ivy
Corrupt as Don King
Boxed into the ghetto
To be the champion of bling
Industry is the arena
on the highway of sin

Servants to mother machine
Nursed by video screens
Paradise of insanity
Born into a grave of

Mental slavery
Lost in dark reality
the strength 
And knowledge 
To raise our dream machines 
Into the sky

Let them sleep who do not know 
The final day is here 
The very last
And we leave
of armies by day
It is a system which has conscripted
Vast human and material resources
Into the building of a tightly knit
Highly efficient machine that
of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly-knit, highly efficient machine that
the machines make
I let my heart break just for a moment
Listening to the music the machines make
I felt the floor change into an ocean
We'll never leave
to questions no one wants to ask

Kept alive by machines...
Your life has been gone from the moment you knew
Living half dead asleep
This fragile shell finally
must be someone giving orders

A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
Joining closer as it shifted with the sands of time

Paranoid dimensions, guilt falls into place
Driven by an unseen force, swelling into space