Lyrics, Music, & Performance by Jeremy Blalock
There once was a man who lost his mind
never found it again
Fell from ill fortune body enshrined
a modern tradition
We're machines that build machines
Blank slates exposed to Industry
We Hate each other, Yet procreate
fly to space, live day to day
Yet, all we do is feed the meat grinder
you can chase your dreams
Don't think too hard It is what it seems
crank some gears and chime a bell
fathom that a living hell
We're machines that build machines
Blank slates exposed to Industry
We Hate each other, Yet procreate
fly to space, live day to day
Yet, all we do is feed the meat grinder
Your brain's been tethered Blind as ever
Drilled and drained molded forever
Farming zombies A classic hobby
A modern approach To the same old story
We're machines that build machines
Blank slates exposed to Industry
We Hate each other, Yet procreate
fly to space, live day to day
Yet, all we do is feed the meat grinder
