Machines

Are you barking at my cold chin? Holler Christ! I prefer being told what to do Make my face pull a bloody 360, geez Taking common tests for nothing For real, pal, Until I stand today! For real, friend I can still kid today! Alright! I'm gonna make it a true last goodbye! I'm gonna make it a true last goodbye! Oh, I stand like a dog Until I'm buried by the absence Only butchered by delivery For the outside world I see. Oh, can I least portray a ghost? See my flesh in sprayed colours, Peel like a building in 2000 AD To a destiny of winds and machines. Oh, I stand like a dog Until I'm buried by the absence Only butchered by delivery For the outside world I see.