Machineries of Joy

With primitive ablution

Like a hobbyist of deranged proportion

Oh, the wait is young, we've failed again

The fleshy existence you keep to yourself is secure

We are magnificent machineries of joy

We are magnificent machineries of joy

Machines of joy, and then some

Machines of joy, and then some

We are a vision of extraordinary contortion

An athletic form of warm distortion

And the trial's yours, we lose again

The fleshy existence you keep to yourself is secure

We are magnificent machineries of joy

We are magnificent machineries of joy

Machines of joy, and then some

Machines of joy, and then some

You are a vision, you are a vision

You are a vision, you are a vision

So tell me what he said, it doesn't really matter

Just tell me what he said, and I don't really care

It's only what he said, we can make it better

Tell me what he said, no, I don't really care

Help is on the way, help is on the way

Help is on the way, we all go

It's a kind of vision

It's a kind of, it's a kind of, it's a kind of vision

Vision

We are magnificent machineries of joy

We are magnificent machineries of joy

The fleshy existence you keep to yourself is secure