Machines Part I

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