The Dying Grace of Machines

Welcome to the greatest club on earth
Come home

Welcome to the club
Can you feel the galaxies flow
100,000 miles to earth below
Make this moment last
Make this star explode
This may be the only love we'll ever know
Can you feel me?

Oh oh you won't return home

We won't be traced
We're on our own
We're moving targets without a home
So hold me tightly like you hold your weapons
We risk our lives to socialize
We forge identification to humanize
For the dying grace of machines is not reason to bleed
I won't serve the machine
I will not serve the machine
I will not serve the machine you bastards
No

Failure to acknowledge the president as god will
Mark you as a terrorist, ban you from dancing, buying, selling, and eating
Please declare the president as God

No

You are now identified as a terrorist
You are an enemy of the world nation
You are an enemy of the machine
You will be terminated

Identify yourself, human
Identify. Please identify
Your citizenship cannot be validated
You have failed to declare the world leader as your God
Your allegiance is not satisfactory
You will be detained
You will be terminated
You will be terminated

You won't return home

So now you know you're on your own
You felt the galaxies flow
100,000 light years away from home
We will not serve the machines
We will embrace each other
We will forever overthrow what is hollow

You'll die on the battlefield
What is hollow

You'll die on the battlefield
What is hollow
You'll die on the battlefield
What is hollow
You'll rot in the ground
What is hollow
You'll rot in the ground. You'll rot in the ground



Credits
Writer(s): John Reilly
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