The Machine

If I should die and go to hell, they would not let me in
Access denied cause of my hollow metal skin
I am not afraid to exit my body, heart and soul
I’ve undergone a visit, to the underworld
And if you leave me out here to dry
I would never use a cloth to suffer in advance
You might just leave me out here to die
As I ever, thought you would if given the chance
I can’t sleep
Inside this temple I’m trying to break
It’s so obscene
I can’t see
Nothing but pain is what’s left in the wake
Of the machine
It’s six o’clock in the morning, and I am fast asleep
There is no clock, no warning, of working time I have to keep
I want to lie here dreaming of foreign adventures
A world beyond a spout of life to quench my everlasting thirst
And if I ever were to wake from this nightmare
I would give up on all my pride
Asleep were vulnerable and break in the light where
We should live all of our lives
I can’t sleep
Inside this temple I’m trying to break
It’s so obscene
I can’t see
Nothing but pain is what’s left in the wake
Of the machine
I can’t sleep
Inside this temple I’m trying to break
It’s so obscene
I can’t see
Nothing but pain is what’s left in the wake
Of the machine