Machine

Assimilate and fall in line

Or live your life a stereotype

Swallow your pride just to survive

Fight the standards or lay down and die

This is your life

In the machine

You give it blood

You make it breathe

There's no way out, no end in sight

Embrace your fate or wallow in strife

This depression is real, it is not a disease

You can die on your feet or live on your knees

This is your life

In the machine

You give it blood

You make it breathe

Living life in chains you're as good as dead

Accepting these ideas that they crammed in your head

Question everything and question yourself

You can't trust a soul in this manmade hell

This is your life

In the machine

You give it blood

You make it breathe