Porcupine Tree - Strip the Soul (3:30 edit) lyrics

This is my home, this is my own
We don't like no strangers
Raise the kids good, beat the kids good
And tie them up
Spread it wide, my wife, my life
Push the camera deeper
I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all

This machine is there to please
Strip the soul fill the hole
A fire to feed a belt to bleed
Strip the soul kill them all
They are not gone, they are not gone
They are only sleeping
In graves, in ways, in clay
Underneath the floor
Building walls, overalls, getting bored
I got faulty wiring
Brick it up now, brick it up now
But keep the bones

This machine is there to please
Strip the soul fill the hole
A fire to feed (Do you want)
A belt to bleed (A western home)
Strip the soul (In the)
Kill them all (Rubble)

(Do you want a western home in the rubble?)

This machine is there to please
Strip the soul fill the hole
This machine is there to please
Strip the soul fill the hole

This machine is there to please
Strip the soul fill the hole

Strip the soul fill the hole

Strip the soul fill the hole

Strip the soul fill the hole