He's got blood shot eyes, skin like wax   He's molding them like clay, twisting their souls   Aimed and getting deep, voracious   Fragile minds, he rips them apart      He faints their conscience   (We are more than just conditioned apes)   He breaks the proud one's will   (Now we've got the chance to break our chains)      He stools their purpose   (We are more so face the fucking truth)   You're just machines      He's in service of something strange   Something untamed that won't be denied   Reaping health, he stirs the crowd   Making them believe his prophecy      He faints their conscience   (We are more than just conditioned apes)   He breaks the proud one's will   (Now we've got the chance to break our chains)      He stools their purpose   (We are more so face the fucking truth)   You're just machine      That's frolic you've machines   Nothing but fucking machines   You can't be anything but what you are   And that's a Goddamned machine   You are a Goddamned machine      He's in service of something strange   Something untamed that won't be denied   Reaping health, he stirs the crowd   Making them believe his prophecy   You're just machines      You've done if you don't get into it