The Machinist 歌词

歌曲	The Machinist
歌手	Mychildren Mybride
专辑	Unbreakable
下载	Image LRC TXT

	We're approaching the gloating
	Of another dealer's winning hand
	The inspiring delusions
	Living up to the dreams of modern man
	And I swear we put our lives into everything, giving all we have
	But we're lacking the reaping,
	slaughtering the weakest of society's hard working calves
	Trying to bring us down again
	But we're still having the times of our lives
	What we've lost we'll gain back again
	The machine is tearing out our insides
	(repeat)
	We're picking up all the pieces, all life's thesis, that you’ve cast aside
	Insuring our victory from mighty death's harvesting clock of time
	You’re breathing down the neck of all our selfish insecurities
	Birthing the fate of the hate that’s been breeding all our perfect impurities
	We're climbing, still climbing this mountain that you've set before us
	We'll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,
	but still this pressure’s killing us
	We're picking up all the pieces, all life's thesis, that you’ve cast aside
	Insuring our victory from mighty death's harvesting clock of time
	Only time will tell if this hard life meant anything
	We'll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,
	but still this pressure's killing us
	If all we have still isn’t good enough, then what’s left to give?
	Breaking apart the nothing that’s become our only incentive
	So mark our words and build our graves
	You're the excuse for all of our mistakes
	The very reason that we turned out this way
	All the failure and all the heartache
	Asking, pulling, taking all that’s left in our lives
	The machine is tearing out our insides
	So mark our words, and build our graves
	You're the excuse for all of our mistakes
	The very reason that we turned out this way
	All the failure and all the heartache
	So mark our words, and build our graves
	You're the excuse for all of our mistakes

	We' re approaching the gloating
	Of another dealer' s winning hand
	The inspiring delusions
	Living up to the dreams of modern man
	And I swear we put our lives into everything, giving all we have
	But we' re lacking the reaping,
	slaughtering the weakest of society' s hard working calves
	Trying to bring us down again
	But we' re still having the times of our lives
	What we' ve lost we' ll gain back again
	The machine is tearing out our insides
	repeat
	We' re picking up all the pieces, all life' s thesis, that you' ve cast aside
	Insuring our victory from mighty death' s harvesting clock of time
	You' re breathing down the neck of all our selfish insecurities
	Birthing the fate of the hate that' s been breeding all our perfect impurities
	We' re climbing, still climbing this mountain that you' ve set before us
	We' ll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,
	but still this pressure' s killing us
	We' re picking up all the pieces, all life' s thesis, that you' ve cast aside
	Insuring our victory from mighty death' s harvesting clock of time
	Only time will tell if this hard life meant anything
	We' ll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,
	but still this pressure' s killing us
	If all we have still isn' t good enough, then what' s left to give?
	Breaking apart the nothing that' s become our only incentive
	So mark our words and build our graves
	You' re the excuse for all of our mistakes
	The very reason that we turned out this way
	All the failure and all the heartache
	Asking, pulling, taking all that' s left in our lives
	The machine is tearing out our insides
	So mark our words, and build our graves
	You' re the excuse for all of our mistakes
	The very reason that we turned out this way
	All the failure and all the heartache
	So mark our words, and build our graves
	You' re the excuse for all of our mistakes

	We' re approaching the gloating
	Of another dealer' s winning hand
	The inspiring delusions
	Living up to the dreams of modern man
	And I swear we put our lives into everything, giving all we have
	But we' re lacking the reaping,
	slaughtering the weakest of society' s hard working calves
	Trying to bring us down again
	But we' re still having the times of our lives
	What we' ve lost we' ll gain back again
	The machine is tearing out our insides
	repeat
	We' re picking up all the pieces, all life' s thesis, that you' ve cast aside
	Insuring our victory from mighty death' s harvesting clock of time
	You' re breathing down the neck of all our selfish insecurities
	Birthing the fate of the hate that' s been breeding all our perfect impurities
	We' re climbing, still climbing this mountain that you' ve set before us
	We' ll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,
	but still this pressure' s killing us
	We' re picking up all the pieces, all life' s thesis, that you' ve cast aside
	Insuring our victory from mighty death' s harvesting clock of time
	Only time will tell if this hard life meant anything
	We' ll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,
	but still this pressure' s killing us
	If all we have still isn' t good enough, then what' s left to give?
	Breaking apart the nothing that' s become our only incentive
	So mark our words and build our graves
	You' re the excuse for all of our mistakes
	The very reason that we turned out this way
	All the failure and all the heartache
	Asking, pulling, taking all that' s left in our lives
	The machine is tearing out our insides
	So mark our words, and build our graves
	You' re the excuse for all of our mistakes
	The very reason that we turned out this way
	All the failure and all the heartache
	So mark our words, and build our graves
	You' re the excuse for all of our mistakes

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