Machine
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Machine
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Can you feel this
Desires inside of your head
Bang your brains once again
Beat the pressure
It always tends to drag us all down
Too much distraction all around
Everybody get devoted
Enslave yourself in dreams of fortune
The screen before your eyes compels you what to do
Simulated so frustrated
I break the surface and don´t belong
Simulated frustrated material world
It's going down haven't you heard?
Break the surface and don´t belong
Wasted youth wasted no more
So sick and tired
Waiting for a fucking change
My way will free myself from
All the people you call friends
Feeling jaded
Disorientated
I break the surface and don´t belong
Simulated frustrated material world
It's going down haven't you heard?
Break the surface and don´t belong
Wasted youth wasted no more
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