Machine’s Night Out

Last night I gave the town the time
Under the buzzing liquor sign
I bullet proofed my fragile mind
Eyes and intentions crystallized

Feeling my tentacles reach in the caverns of your ears
Touching the very tissue of your heart and all you fears
We both came hear of our own free will
Never a thought for the ones we kill

I sail over cracked cement
Watching your hair flirt with the wind
Waves like a flag of discontent
There’s no replacement for what we spend

Feeling my tentacles reach in the caverns of your ears
Touching the very tissue of your heart and all you fears
We both came hear of our own free will
Never a thought for the ones we kill

I’m the machine that’s the city
The machine goes down to the fucking city
Blood turns green, thick and gritty
The machine gun leaks through my pocket, dripping
Eyes obscene, that’s the pity
You’d make a beautiful whore in the alley with me
I’m the machine, that’s the city
The machine goes down to the fucking city

Smile at the headboard with up-turned eyes
I say a prayer that’s improvised
Please lord don’t let me come tonight
Can’t stand to feel so dead inside

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