The Machine

I'm done with doing the time
 Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime
 Tell it to the judge if you think it'll rhyme
 Preach it to the choir if your feeling divine
 I'm gonna leave it, gonna leave it behind
 Punches gonna roll, better take it in stride
 Eyes are gonna see even if they were blind
 Ears are gonna bleed from the passion inside
 Just a product of mere evolution
 Welcome to the machine
 Take a ride on the grand illusion
 And you'll see what I mean
 I'm down with doing the time
 Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime
 Evolving from mere rigor mortis
 Coming back from the dead
 Revolving around all this madness
 Never losing my head
 Make way for the new Revolution
 Take back the machine
 Breathing in the human pollution
 Payback it's a modern disease
 Another product of mere evolution
 It's a social disease
 Mental state of the institution
 Now you see what I mean