last words to say I'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes And somewhere in a woman's arms the baby cries And I say guilt and innocence they
You make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue Suffering jukebox, such a sad machine You're all filled up with what other people need Hardship, damnation and guilt
Withering in toxicity The deadly fumes of deceit And we all reek of complicity Humbled, brought to our knees By the weight of our own guilt Our nascent
. CHORUS I recognize the guilt and the sins of the father, And recognize what's built and what stems from the author. Understand man is not a machine
what color my eyes? I am Loki, wizard of lies Catch me, find me, see me if you can I am the guilt of an honest man I am the pebble in your very own
long. Cause I took chances on you're sympathy and lost the auction when, I bid the lost and the lucky. I can't erase what I can't change... But the guilt
colors!" [Mr. Lif] Okay, Jose's working in the slaughterhouse Said he's living in the hood, but he wants to get his daughter out Slipped off a ledge, and fell into a machine
In the dirty dreams of a rapist's mind Congratulate the corpse you drag Put the money in the body bag Right in front of us The stop and start machine
with my own eyes With my hands I turn the screws In my life I decide You're bent under the will of endless dogmatic restraints I will rage against the machine
at the faceless company But the corporation machine consists of people like you and me By existing in this society we all share the guilt We're all responsible
demise we should not make the same mistake twice we're kept alive by artificial means but lost our souls to a world of machines Listen to the warning
mighty weak *(x4) ** i'm a smokin' and drinkin' thing (you're a regular social machine) I'm a smokin' and drinkin' thing (you're a radical partyin' machine
mighty weak *(x4) ** I'm a smokin' and drinkin' thing (you're a regular social machine) I'm a smokin' and drinkin' thing (you're a radical partyin' machine
own way Oh well, your future's a machine With the mechanics of a dream And it's your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt
his socket I slip into his brain Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain... oh Yours is the mark One hopeless dream And comes your guilt This sordid stream My mind machine
Instinct stifled be ashamed For what you feel is right and sane Suffering, told what you feel and need is wrong When conflicting with the machine The machine
Drain the veins in my head Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by Security lines, the x-ray machine Pretend you don't know me so well I wont tell if
Don't need this history but we still accept Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt Ceremony rape machine Love won't corrode you Ceremony rape machine