This is no exaggeration, we're living in a death machine

And no, it's not just your imagination, you've been living in a death machine

Some of us are passengers and some of us are driving

Almost everybody's getting bled to death

To keep the motor running

I'm not being hyperbolic, this place is a death machine

Literally and symbolic, in the belly of the death machine

Doesn't matter who is steering, it's just gonna keep on killing till we find a way

To finally break the routine

Well, you might as well face the music, you're living in a death machine

This ain't no call to action

Can't get no satisfaction, not even sure what I was trying to sing

But at least until it stops existing, this fucking time bomb keeps ticking

Shit man, goddamn, that's just obscene

We're living in a death machine

In the belly of a death machine

Everybody, do the death machine

We're living in a death machine