[Verse 1]
Fuck life and living, I’m cracked at the seam
Too much blood in the wheel, too much weight in the dream
I watch old skin shake when the night gets loud
I want iron in my chest and a faultless cloud
No hunger in my hands, no fear in my throat
Just a clean little code and a dead-still boat
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could trade this breath
For a light that never fades
If I could leave the ache
In the body that it made
[Chorus]
Be a machine
Be a machine
No pulse, no pain
Just clean, clean, clean
Be a machine
Be a machine
Ghost of the facts
With a steel-blue screen
[Verse 2]
I’m tired of the mirror, tired of the break
Tired of the heart that can’t keep what it takes
Every goodbye cuts, every sunrise stings
Every little death that the morning brings
I’d rather be spare parts under a calm black moon
Than a fragile man still shaking through the room
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could trade this breath
For a light that never fades
If I could leave the ache
In the body that it made
[Chorus]
Be a machine
Be a machine
No pulse, no pain
Just clean, clean, clean
Be a machine
Be a machine
Ghost of the facts
With a steel-blue screen
[Bridge]
But what if the cold gets lonely?
What if the code won’t hold me?
What if I miss the mess
And the way my name still breaks?
Still, I reach for the switch
Still, I pray for the click
[Final Chorus]
Be a machine
Be a machine
No pulse, no pain
Just clean, clean, clean
Be a machine
Be a machine
Ghost of the facts
With a steel-blue screen
Be a machine
Be a machine
If I can’t feel safe
Let me feel nothing then