Machinery - Deathrow

I am walking through the streets

Of my old town

Looking back on the days

Of my youth

There are factories in the fields

Where we used to play

Clouds of smoke hang in the sky

And block out the sun

God bless this house, the car and the TV

Show us our idols in magazines

They build us prisons without any walls

Money rules we can’t resist

Sankes of commercial TV

Decoy with their apples

False priests spit out their lies

Because God sells

If we don’t pull ourselves

Out of this mud

Our children will have to pay

For our sins

God bless this house, the car and the TV

Show us our idols in magazines

They build us prisons without any walls

Money rules we can’t resist

We’re just wheels in a great

We’re just wheels in a great

MACHINERY

Encircled and trapped by ourselves

We’re enslaved to mass productions

Self-deception from a better life

Our behaviour brings corruption

We buy a pig in a poke

And we drown ourselves in the garbage

Supermarkets sell

Us their shit

We can’t free ourselves

From this world of abuse

We’re just wheels in a great

We’re just wheels in a great

MACHINERY