We're building great machines
Give me please a bigger screen
Cause society ain't got time for me
Ain't got time for me, no
I smell death as your life crushing roses
I hear you scream from your catchy song
A never ending tune I wrestle
A cancer out of, out of control
A stolen pride from ability
I cannot turn off my TV
Sometimes my modern, modern enemy
Bite
No, no, no, no, no
I'm smarter than the rest of you, really
And I think you're probably afraid
Because you're not really yourself
And I'm never gonna take it away from you
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