Death Machine

This is no exaggeration, we're living in a death machine
 And no, it's not just your imagination
 You've been living in a death machine
 Some of us are passengers, and some of us are driving
 Almost everybody's getting bled to death to keep the motor running
 I'm not being hyperbolic, this place is a death machine
 Literally and symbolic in the belly of the death machine
 Doesn't matter who is steering, it's just gonna keep on killing
 'Til we find a way to finally break the routine
 You might as well face the music
 You're living in a death machine
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 This ain't no call to action, can't get no satisfaction
 Not even sure what I was trying to sing
 But at least until it stops existing
 This fucking time bomb keeps ticking
 Shit man, goddamn, that's just obscene
 Living in a death machine
 In the belly of the death machine
 Everybody do the death machine
 Living in a death machine