Life means being perfect
Day by day, restless
I need somebody's help to get away
Don't trust no one

They don't want you
They want your pay
Win or lose!

Machinery
Destroying what
I want to be

Machinery
There's nothing that
You get for free

Reporters work for those
Who pay them well, ruthless
The top priority is just to sell
Obey or die

If you don't
Play the game
You'll die
Win or lose!
Machinery
Doesn't care about
You and me

Machinery
Got no choice
At all

The public wants to be
Fed with big lies
Illusions, images
And big dreams

Turns fools into kings
Let genies die meanwhile
The glory's half as bright
As it seems to be

Why don't you
Really love the
Things you do?
Liar!

No matter what it is
It won't be true
Bitch of success!
You sold your
Honour for the gold
Win or lose!

Machinery
Destroying what
I want to be

Machinery
Got no choice
At all

Machinery
There's nothing that
You get for free

Machinery
Hear the salesman's
Call