Black Market Machines
Your life doesn't matter
So much stolen data
With human words
In monkey terms
The machine confirms
All this human error
And needless advice
I'm trying — to see things clearer
The machine confirms
I remember the time before with the lonesome souls
And the whores and the kingdom burns
The looks
Your eyes
Are highly weaponized
The lights
The sky
Draw me back in time
The road
My mind
All come from one design
This life
These lies
Keep pushing forward
Black market machines
And the kingdom burns — the machine confirms
The looks
Your eyes
Are highly weaponized
The lights
The sky
Draw me back in time
The road
My mind
All come from one design
This life
These lies
Keep pushing forward
Black market machines
Here we go up
Now we go to the bottom