The lights went out, pay it no mind
A self-centered little brat, with dreams of the divine
When you call a cab, you act like you own the color yellow
And when those clever beggars come
You pretend not to speak their name
But that rotting flesh no makeup can contain
You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today
You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today
So wicked, you don't understand
You think that I was born to serve, so I don't deserve a chance
Not wired for empathy
So when the flood comes, you better climb for safety
You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today
You're a machine, I hope for your sake it doesn't rain today
Because you're not real, or at least I hope not
You can't feel, or at least I hope not
You're a machine
You're a machine
You're a machine
You're a machine
