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. 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
Both 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
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 f**king time bomb keeps ticking
sh*t man, god damn, that’s just obscene
Living in a death machine
We’re living in a death machine
Everybody living in a death machine
Living in a death machine