[Verse 1]
Last night in my bed I had a dream
We got fed to a machine
Could have sworn it was for real like I saw it on a screen
Like I almost heard the screams
Keep on calling out for mercy
Getting slaughtered in their teens

The Machine runs on oil and ambition
A sense of duty in the [? 1:16] traditions
It runs on blood and the usual business
It runs on pride and on fools making wishes

Eagles were liberal
Worldviews worked
To convince you of a virtue
Of fulfilling their purpose
Pushing people over the edge and celebrate
That they're the last ones to fall into the firmness

[Chorus]
You're rising for a fall
Working hard, achieving nothin' at all
Put your head up in the clouds
And feel you're never coming down
The Machine eventually will get us all