The machine is running
And that's all for one
A pill for your good
In the hollow of his mouth
The machine is on
To heal your wounds
Ton I.A tout alone
To open the lock
To think for yourself
And until the tear
The machine says for me
What I have to build
Of all this barbed wire
By the sweat of use
In the palm of your hands
To write for me
The machine is enough
At the beginning of regrets
From the soul to death
To the sulfates of the world
The machine has as its engine
Its small database
The sublime algorithm
A veiled illusion
Through your eyes no longer see
That you got screwed
Thoughts for your flip
To consumable addiction
The machine has in its heart
Its microprocessor
His mirage in the abyss
To his useful prison
The machine has a leak
Half of your name
In these rejected chains
We take life imprisonment
Tell me...you, the human that you are
To lose humanity
The machine did everything
To the folds of the burns
Wear your courage a little
Until the desire of thoughts
Spent on yourself
Little pennies for the dawn
The machine has to please
The pleasure of the moment
Until you are satisfied
From your sad moments
The all-purpose machine
In the worst decadence
Without a single landmark
She lies in your blood
The machine to undergo
The decline of the era
The machine in substance
The arrogance machine
The Pleasure Machine
The Death Machine
The machine for your good
The human machine. ....nity
The machine in sublime
The machine in subject
The human machine .....nity
The human machine .....nity
Humanity .....as a machine
Jeff Fontana 
