Machines

what about you without anger

well, that would suit you fine

but you'd rather lose balance

and call that life

you with your nose held up

into the sky

giving shit to your next ones

afraid your heart gives a sign

what about you not staying passive

not being happy with everything

but you'd rather do nothing

you're never questioning

you with your heads held down

onto straight lines

imitating machines

isn't soul's delight

what about us who can't do anything right

what about us giving up measuring time

what about us who can't do anything right

what about us giving everything this time

and what about the rest of them

looking straight into light

and call it freedom

when everyone acts right

you with your heads held down

onto straight lines

imitating machines

isn't soul's delight

what about us who can't do anything right

what about us giving up measuring time

what about us who can't do anything right

what about us giving everything this time