The Machine
Now you're stuck on the ground cause you couldn't get enough
Slipped up on the life that you couldn't just give up
I was looking around the room for the nearest exit
Stop sucking on your thumb like a baby resting
It's true, I really hate you I really really do
Listen up for a minute, I'll show you things to improve
I really fucking hate the way I see me staring
Into a blank fucking mirror blaring
Thinking of the thoughts that I'm used to sharing
But wait, no one's caring
You eat sleep shit piss all of the above
But you can't fake good deeds
You're just a bad news machine
Bad news machine
You're no good loser, sinful chooser
You walk down my street you'll end up
A deadbeat machine
Deadbeat machine
Maybe I am right where I'm supposed to be, Maybe I am right in what I see
Maybe I obsess over you plus me, Maybe I obsess over jealousy
Maybe I need a second chance from God, Maybe I can overcome my odds
Maybe I'm not as bad as I think, Maybe, maybe, maybe
I'm a loser, Yeah
Why do I have to constantly tell you things over and over and over
Listen up
I really fucking hate the way I lose my bearings
Into a blank fucking mirror swearing
All my broken thoughts that I've been repairing
So someone, please start caring
You eat sleep shit piss all of the above
But you can't fake good deeds
You're just a bad news machine
Bad news machine
You're no good, loser, sinful chooser
You walk down my street you'll end up
A deadbeat machine
Deadbeat machine
Slipped up on the life that you couldn't just give up
I was looking around the room for the nearest exit
Stop sucking on your thumb like a baby resting
It's true, I really hate you I really really do
Listen up for a minute, I'll show you things to improve
I really fucking hate the way I see me staring
Into a blank fucking mirror blaring
Thinking of the thoughts that I'm used to sharing
But wait, no one's caring
You eat sleep shit piss all of the above
But you can't fake good deeds
You're just a bad news machine
Bad news machine
You're no good loser, sinful chooser
You walk down my street you'll end up
A deadbeat machine
Deadbeat machine
Maybe I am right where I'm supposed to be, Maybe I am right in what I see
Maybe I obsess over you plus me, Maybe I obsess over jealousy
Maybe I need a second chance from God, Maybe I can overcome my odds
Maybe I'm not as bad as I think, Maybe, maybe, maybe
I'm a loser, Yeah
Why do I have to constantly tell you things over and over and over
Listen up
I really fucking hate the way I lose my bearings
Into a blank fucking mirror swearing
All my broken thoughts that I've been repairing
So someone, please start caring
You eat sleep shit piss all of the above
But you can't fake good deeds
You're just a bad news machine
Bad news machine
You're no good, loser, sinful chooser
You walk down my street you'll end up
A deadbeat machine
Deadbeat machine
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Shapiro
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