Machines, Pt. 1 - O'Brother

Is this what you wanted?

Eat, breed, repeat.

Populate and decease.

And take it all

Trade living for a living

Measure your worth in flesh and blood, measure your worth in blood

I could be your contact in a place of your design

With the grace of wounded lions

I could be your absolute;

I could be your sign

I could be your written lie

All this time that I’ve been given

I squandered in my own right

All my breath never intended

To be used to change your mind

I found a weaker sense of truth

To be what made sense so

I’ll just stack these points of view

Until one gives out

I won’t hold my breath, hold my breath

Oh god, I should have figured

All this work, all this progress

Is fine if you wanted it

All this time that I’ve been given

I squandered in my own right

All my breath never intended

To be used to change your mind

I found a weaker sense of truth

To be what made sense so

I’ll just stack these points of view

Until one gives out

I found a weaker sense of truth

To be what made sense so

I’ll just stack these points of view

Until one gives out

I won’t hold my breath, hold my breath

Oh god, I should have figured

This would be happening now