Machine: Deicide

It’s simple and numb
Stuck on automatic,
It’s a blind dealer - a wide-eyed addict
We’ve allowed for a wheel of loss and desire
Now there’s no way to put out the fire.
Yea we’re all just rollin’ - high on some junk
Automatic lava, deicide monk
A hall full of kids trying to deal with their guilt
But the echo of the hall is automatically built
And it’s alright.

Find yourself and look back
No one else will
We’ve created a monster and it’s ready to build
The young one’s a trigger, with a bad habit
She’s a blind nun, cruelest in static
Yea the past’s just running, high on a stick
Meaning is useless when given to the sick
A hall full of kids automatically built
So the edge of the hall is ready to kill you, alright
And it’s alright (with you)

Alarm is going off
Oh can’t you hear
Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear
Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile
Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
On automatic dial
Alarm is going off
Oh can’t you hear
Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear
Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile
Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial

Yea we’re all just rolling
The mothers have sunk
All the blood’s hidden in the Governor’s trunk
They keep you in a hall with all of your ilk
To echo the title of the trunk that they built : “it’s alright”

And it’s alright (with you)