The machine

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