The Machine - Looptroop Rockers

Last night in my bed I had a dream

We got fed to a machine

Could have sworn it was for real like I saw it on a screen

Like I almost heard the screams

Keep on calling out for mercy

Getting slaughtered in their teens

The Machine runs on oil and ambition

A sense of duty in the traditions

It runs on blood and the usual business

It runs on pride and on fools making wishes

Eagles were liberal

Worldviews worked

To convince you of a virtue

Of fulfilling their purpose

Pushing people over the edge and celebrate

That they’re the last ones to fall into the firmness

You’re rising for a fall

Working hard, achieving nothin' at all

Put your head up in the clouds

And feel you’re never coming down

The Machine eventually will get us all

You’re rising for a fall

Working hard, achieving nothin' at all

Put your stomach in the night

And your back against the wall

The Machine eventually will get us all

I’m gettin' a short glimpse of a perfect life

But within reachin' it, it fares as the perfect lie

Always one step behind

Mind control by the lords

Twenty four seven needing the souls from the hordes

The Machine pierces down into pieces

The message is loud and clear

«Follow the leaders»

And we close styles for livin' in denial

It’s for the best

Fun to watch the finish line

With there is no fucking rest

No fucking rest

The Machine won’t take a break

And if you try to slow it down or protest

The Machine runs at your face

It’s due to growth and to full employment

The Machine won’t take a break

But if we stop to destroy what destroys us

The Machine gon' have to break

The Machine has to mark getting wizkids

Kicking ass, day and night, so addictive

Proper counts, unthinkable amounts

In the budget, make us love it

Keeps us loyal no doubt

Showing us images of what we can become

Make us think we separated

Can’t relate to anyone

In a made up competition

Beat neighbors into submission

For a chance to get ahead

In a race that cannot be won

You’re rising for a fall

Working hard, achieving nothin' at all

Put your head up in the clouds

And feel you’re never coming down

The Machine eventually will get us all

You’re rising for a fall

Working hard, achieving nothin' at all

Put your stomach in the night

And your back against the wall

The Machine eventually will get us all