Looptroop Rockers, Promoe - The Machine lyrics

Last night in my bed I had a dream
We got fed to a machine
Could have sworn it was for real like
I saw it on a screen
Like I almost heard the screams
Keep on calling out for mercy
Getting slaughtered in their teens

The Machine runs on oil and ambition
A sense of duty in the ornery traditions
It runs on blood and the usual business
It runs on pride and on fools making wishes

Eagles were liberal worldviews worked
To convince you of a virtue
Of fulfilling their purpose
Pushing people over the edge and celebrate
That they're the last ones to
Fall into the firmness

You're rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your head up in the clouds
And feel you're never coming down
The Machine eventually will get us all

You're rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your stomach in the night
And your back against the wall
The Machine eventually will get us all

I'm gettin' a short glimpse of a perfect life
But within reachin' it
It fares as the perfect lie
Always one step behind
Mind control by the lords
Twenty four seven needing the
Souls from the hordes
The Machine pierces down into pieces
The message is loud and clear
"Follow the leaders"
And we close styles for livin' in denial
It's for the best
Fun to watch the finish line
With there is no fucking rest

No fucking rest
The Machine won't take a break
And if you try to slow it down or protest
The Machine runs at your face
It's due to growth and to full employment
The Machine won't take a break
But, if we stop to destroy what destroys us
The Machine gon' have to break

The Machine has to mark getting wizkids
Kicking ass, day and night, so addictive
Proper counts, unthinkable amounts
In the budget, make us love it
Keeps us loyal no doubt

Showing us images of what we can become
Make us think we separated
Can't relate to anyone
In a made up competition
Beat neighbors into submission
For a chance to get ahead
In a race that cannot be won

You're rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your head up in the clouds
And feel you're never coming down
The Machine eventually will get us all

You're rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your stomach in the night
And your back against the wall
The Machine eventually will get us all