Fake Machine

When it's easy
Tell them easily
That you're over me
Got a hold on me

Take it easy
I'm not crazy
Running through me
Spreading covering

(I can't take this ride no longer
I need to get off right now, oh god the-!
Rifle's loaded, out its holster
Please don't blow my temples out)

All of a sudden I'm not ok

I'm unfamiliar
With the lights and colours changing make me a chameleon
I need to bury her
Strip me of good parts to make me up the fake machine you want

Leather sinking softly to the floor
Wash engulfs my timeless mind
Grey enclosed, these open eyes adore
I'm in so deep, can't regulate this fire
Slowly saying something I'm not sure
Separate my voice from tangled wires

I'm unfamiliar
With the lights and colours changing make me a chameleon
I need to bury her
Strip me of good parts to make me up the fake machine you want



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Keogh
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