Machines
A Coke is better than a Pepsi don't you think
I wouldn't even know cause I don't drink
From machines in the factory of spiritual vending
I'm tired of spending cash
Give me all the time to stop and decide what I believe
It's not looking like the kids look up to me
Anymore than they look up to the sky
Seeing airplanes and wishing they could fly
Safe to say
I'll make it about myself
I told you, I don't believe in hell
In truth, it's hard to believe in much
When he feel so completely removed from us
I mean in the way that you told me to think
I mean in the way that you told me to drink
I mean in the way that you told me to read
Holy scripture has a power I forget it all the time
Feels like I'm praying for nothing
I just want a little bit of peace of mind
I know you're not my vending machine
I put a quarter in and nothing happens
What?!
Cops doing heroine
Preachers on the block
Spending up to millions
For sneakers that rot
A pick and a scalpel isn't doing the trick
To rewire a brain when all the skulls are too thick
Safe to say
I'll make it about myself
I told you, I don't believe in hell
In truth, it's hard to believe in much
When he feel so completely removed
Feels like I'm praying for nothing
I just want a little bit of peace of mind
I know you're not my vending machine
I put a quarter in and nothing happens
Feels like I'm praying for nothing
I just want a little bit of peace of mind
I know you're not my vending machine
I put a quarter in and nothing happens
What?!
I wouldn't even know cause I don't drink
From machines in the factory of spiritual vending
I'm tired of spending cash
Give me all the time to stop and decide what I believe
It's not looking like the kids look up to me
Anymore than they look up to the sky
Seeing airplanes and wishing they could fly
Safe to say
I'll make it about myself
I told you, I don't believe in hell
In truth, it's hard to believe in much
When he feel so completely removed from us
I mean in the way that you told me to think
I mean in the way that you told me to drink
I mean in the way that you told me to read
Holy scripture has a power I forget it all the time
Feels like I'm praying for nothing
I just want a little bit of peace of mind
I know you're not my vending machine
I put a quarter in and nothing happens
What?!
Cops doing heroine
Preachers on the block
Spending up to millions
For sneakers that rot
A pick and a scalpel isn't doing the trick
To rewire a brain when all the skulls are too thick
Safe to say
I'll make it about myself
I told you, I don't believe in hell
In truth, it's hard to believe in much
When he feel so completely removed
Feels like I'm praying for nothing
I just want a little bit of peace of mind
I know you're not my vending machine
I put a quarter in and nothing happens
Feels like I'm praying for nothing
I just want a little bit of peace of mind
I know you're not my vending machine
I put a quarter in and nothing happens
What?!
Credits
Writer(s): Seth Findley
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