Machines

Are you barking at my cold chin?
Holler Christ!
I prefer being told what to do
Make my face pull a bloody 360, geez
Taking common tests for nothing
For real, pal,
Until I stand today!
For real, friend
I can still kid today!
Alright!
I’m gonna make it a true last goodbye!
I’m gonna make it a true last goodbye!
Oh, I stand like a dog
Until I’m buried by the absence
Only butchered by delivery
For the outside world I see.
Oh, can I least portray a ghost?
See my flesh in sprayed colours,
Peel like a building in 2000 AD
To a destiny of winds and machines.
Oh, I stand like a dog
Until I’m buried by the absence
Only butchered by delivery
For the outside world I see.