In The Midst Of Lions
The Machine
This is the root of all evil they say, but it is our master
It is a machine
It is a machine

The gears are turning, controlling every thought in our minds
The gears are turning
We are consumed from the inside out
Our bounty is our hope
Never fulfilling
Ever pursuing
The gears are turning
More is never enough
Never fulfilling
Ever pursuing

The machine has masked our eyes with gold, blinding our eyes with desires of fortune
Moving forward with a craving for acquisition, this monster heeds nothing in its path
Remove this veil; clearly see the course which lies ahead
Remove this veil from your eyes

The gears are turning, controlling every thought in our minds
The gears are turning
We are consumed from the inside out

This is the root of all evil they say, but it is our master
Defeat the machine
Defeat the machine

Be warned
Be warned
Stop the machine
Stop the machine
Stop the machine
Stop the machine