Death Machine

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 'Til we find a way to finally break the routine 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 Living in a death machine In the belly of the death machine Everybody do the death machine Living in a death machine