Adept Machine
I've given you more beauty
Than one could ever dream to hold
Yet still you keep taking
Turning all my treasures into things that can be sold
And with these things you fill yourself hoping
That one day
You will feel full
But then you wake from dreams of flying
Choking on the bile in your throat
Choking on the bile in your throat
Adept machine you'll make a martyr out of me
Adept machine your final martyr
I will be
Than one could ever dream to hold
Yet still you keep taking
Turning all my treasures into things that can be sold
And with these things you fill yourself hoping
That one day
You will feel full
But then you wake from dreams of flying
Choking on the bile in your throat
Choking on the bile in your throat
Adept machine you'll make a martyr out of me
Adept machine your final martyr
I will be
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Writer(s): Chelsea Walsh
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