Working the wheel
One eye alert and one asleep
Mouth on me
Projected through the lens of your machine
I want to feel
You creep into the very core of me
'Cause no-no-nothing is ever enough
Machine
You
(M-A-C-H-I-N-E-E)
Through hurt of steel
What is the melting point of my core?
When is the song forgotten?
What is unseen inside of me?
When does my conscience turn greed?
Stay for the later applause
Might catch it if you linger
Wanna sit and do as you're told
Your liquids turn my body cold
Working the wheel
A handful of thoughts I must conceal
Anything
That bring me any sensе of joy they steal
I need to feel
You creep into the vеry core of me
Working the wheel, wheel
Creep into the very core
Working the wheel, wheel
A handful of sounds of joy
Working the wheel, wheel
Creep into the very core
Working the wheel, wheel
A handful of sounds of joy
What is the melting point of my core?
When is the song forgotten?
What is unseen inside of me?
When does my conscience turn greed?
Stay for the later applause
Might catch it if you linger
Wanna sit and do as you're told
Your liquids turn my body cold
Working the wheel, wheel
Creep into the very core
Working the wheel, wheel
A handful of sounds of joy
Working the wheel, wheel
Creep into the very core
Working the wheel, wheel
A handful of sounds of joy
Creep into the very core (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
A handful of sounds of joy (Oh-oh, oh)
Creep into the very core
A handful of sounds of joy
A handful of sounds
A handful of sounds
A handful of sounds of joy
Working the wheel
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