Blood Machine

Welcome to the blood machine
Make of it what you like
Container of reality
In which you'll live your life

The blood machine don't care if you die
Eat your soul now
One, two three, four

Save up to make your death nice
Printed gravestone at the site, well
He was good, great some might say
Lost a special friend today
I knew him best before he passed
Though I wasn't there the last
Or first, I'm just a talking head
They only care after you're dead

I don't want
To be the one
To force you to do this
Don't make me
Because I will
I swear I love you
But I will die on this hill

Come on into your demise
Let's look over all the prizes
That you've earned, then when and how
Too bad they mean nothing now

Feed the machine, It will bleed, mortal me, just
Crawl into the blood machine



Credits
Writer(s): Mason Lunneborg
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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