Filling The Lungs Of This Dead Machine lyrics

My eyes and ears now focus on the change

If friendship sanf a song my voice would strain

Every note`s in vain, every note

In this spiteful harmony

No conscience, no thought process, no release

Your outlet of aggression begs you please

Care for your disease

And breed the perfect tragedy

How is this my fault?

And this is my life?

Enduring every passing day

The voice inside your head will say,

Am I a failure?

It`s time to walk away

Worshipping this casualty

Inhaling what we need

To fill the lungs of his dead machine

Can`t believe the pain it`s taking the pictures perfect

The frame is breaking

As we draw closer your cold shoulder shows that you were so opposed

And I can`t believe this is the way you`ve killed yourself

Worshipping this casualty inhaling what we need

To fill the lungs of this dead machine
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