Dead Poetic

The corporate beast has got me. IжЉіe fallen in the trap.
This beast it feeds on me. IжЉ¦ never coming back.
YouжЉіe sucked the truth out of me. Abolished honesty.
I canжЉ° escape, itжЉЇ got me. Independence dying slowly.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
ItжЉЇ eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
In pursuit of your polished altars, you dream in presidents.
Sell your god, sell your faith, and market prices rising fast.
I never asked for this. My intentions were pure.
I never meant to enlist in the corporate music war.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine