General Routine

When I say something

To make you say something

In the end it's all

My fault

And so I say nothing

So you say nothing

In the end there's nothing at all

General Routine

God from the machine

You ain't gonna fuck my brain

Your hands in the open air

I'm to blame, but I don't care

Crush down heaven to the earth

This won't bring back your wasted years

They all served good and long and still

For sure they can't find peace until

We cut you and we see no blood

Come on, let's do it, fill the cup

When I say something

To make you say something

In the end it's all

My fault

And so I say nothing

So you say nothing

In the end there's nothing at all

General Routine

God from the machine

A substitute for your own pain

We cut 'em all, but all in vain

The higher dose, the General

Were they bad things after all

Victim

Faint-hearted schism

You are standing there, unbound

No rights, no left turn, nothing left to learn

I don't want to make friends

I'm not here to please you

I don't want to play a game

All I want to do to you is what you did to me

Anyway

You are bound in many ways

But when it comes to run away

You've got the speed and the drive

Of a goddamn train

When I say something

To make you say something

In the end

It's all my fault

And so I say nothing

So you say nothing

In the end there's nothing at all

General Routine

Your god from the machine