Strange Deception

He's got blood shot eyes, skin like wax

He's malding them like clay, twisting their souls

Aimed and giting deep, voracious

Fragile minds, he rips them apart

He faints their conscience

(We are more than just conditiened apes)

He breakes 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 untomed, 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 conditiened apes)

He breakes 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

That's folic you've machines

Nothing but fucking machines

You can't be anything, but what you are

And that's a goddamned machines

You are a goddamned machines

You are machines

You've done, if you don't get into it