I look around and see that I'm not in some machine,
But surrounded by machines with wheel and gear
Who dance around it seems to tiny whim and futile scream
They live their very lives slaves to fear

Futile grasping hands are yearning for their false plans a million lies behind each grinning face
Piss tears fill hollow eyes for each dream that slowly dies
And my pains to satisfy their hungry need, in this machine

I'm not falling down today, not falling down to die
Won't see my tears when the die is cast
Because I know my face and I know how victory tastes
Sweet it is but the pleasure never lasts In this machine, no

I look around and see that I'm not in some machine,
But surrounded by machines with wheel and gear
Piss tears fill lifeless eyes for each dream that dies
And my pains to satisfy your hungry need, in this machine