Feed The Machine

Addressing those beneath from high above.
Convincing his belief for what you love.
Baiting every hook with filthy lies.
Another charlatan to idolize.

Is this suppression just in my mind?
(Just in my mind?)
No more questions, get back in line!
(Just get back in line!)

Pay with your life, the duller the knife, the longer it takes.
(The longer it takes)
But now it's your turn, the ashes will burn, and wither away.
Leaving your bones, out on the stones, picking them clean.
(Picking them clean)
Carving the truth, while harvesting you, to feed the machine.
(To feed the machine)

The gears forever turn to grind the mice.
Will you become the fuel for sacrifice?
Power absolutely all for show.
The piper blows his flute and off you go.
(And off you go)

Is this obsession behind your eyes?
(Behind you eyes?)
No more questions, get back in line!
(Just get back in line!)

Pay with your life, the duller the knife, the longer it takes.
(The longer it takes)
But now it's your turn, the ashes will burn, and wither away.
Leaving your bones, out on the stones, picking them clean.
(Picking them clean)
Carving the truth, while harvesting you, to feed the machine.
(To feed the machine)

Why must the blind always lead the blind?
(Get back in line, get back in line)
Why do I feel like the fault is mine?
(Get back in line, get back in line)
Why must the weakest be sacrificed?
(Get back in line, get back in line)
No more questions, get back in line!
(Just get back in line!)

Pay with your life, the duller the knife, the longer it takes.
(The longer it takes)
But now it's your turn, the ashes will burn, and wither away.
(Wither away)
Leaving your bones, out on the stones, picking them clean.
(Picking them clean)
Carving the truth, while harvesting you, to feed the machine.
(To feed the machine)
To feed the machine.

Alimenta La Maquina

dirigiendome a aquellos debajo desde lo muy alto
convenciendo su creencia de lo que amas
de carnada en cada gancho con asquerosas mentiras
otro charlatan para idolatrar

es solo supresion en mi mente?
Soo en mi mente?
No mas preguntas, regresamos a lo usual
solo regresa a la linea

paga con tu vida, mientras menos filoso el cuchillo, mas tarda
mas tarda
pero ahora es tu turno, las cenizas quemaran, y se marchitaran
dejando tus huesos, en las piedras, recogiendolos
recogiendolos
tallando la verdad, mientras te cosechan, para alimentar la maquina
para alimentar la maquina

los artefactos por siempre se hacen para moler al raton
te convertiras en el combustible para el sacrificio?
Poder absolutamente para mostrar
la pipa sopla su flauta y ya te vas
y ya te vas

es esto obsesion detras de tus ojos?
Detras de tus ojos?
No mas preguntas, regresa¡
regresa a lo usual

paga con tu vida, mientras menos filoso el cuchillo, mas tarda
mas tarda
pero ahora es tu turno, las cenizas quemaran, y se marchitaran
dejando tus huesos, en las piedras, recogiendolos
recogiendolos
tallando la verdad, mientras te cosechan, para alimentar la maquina
para alimentar la maquina

porque los ciegos siempre guian a los ciegos?
Regresa a la fila, regresa a la fila
porque siento que la culpa es mia?
Regresa a la fila, regresa a la fila
porque los mas debiles tienen que ser sacrificados?
Regresa a la fila, regresa a la fila
no mas preguntas, regresa a la fila
regresa a la fila


paga con tu vida, mientras menos filoso el cuchillo, mas tarda
mas tarda
pero ahora es tu turno, las cenizas quemaran, y se marchitaran
dejando tus huesos, en las piedras, recogiendolos
recogiendolos
tallando la verdad, mientras te cosechan, para alimentar la maquina
para alimentar la maquina
para alimentar a la maquina