Lyrics

Covergirl

Isn’t it our little covergirl
Is there something wrong?
Haven’t seen you for a while you’ve stayed away
Hiding for too long

We’d like to see you smile
Hope you’re not getting bored
Just do the right things
There is nothing we can’t afford

Do the right things
Say the right words
You’re my lover
On the cover

You say you always dreamed of light
No matter where you run
There are no clearer skies above
There’s no brighter sun

Some reported you look better
Never looked so clean
Project the right things
On the cover of our magazines

Do the right things
Say the right words
You’re my lover
On the cover

Show my right face 


Sweetest Embrace

I can see you, surrender heart and soul
To a longing that consumes you whole

You set aside all that keeps you chained
And celebrate the absence of control

The perfect condition
The sweetest embrace
Still a cup of poison
(Only) comes in bitter tastes

Your walls are falling, pressure rising inside
You can’t hold back, the emotional tide

Come to me, love, come crawl to me now
I’ll guide you through it, I’ll show you how

The perfect condition
The sweetest embrace
Still a cup of poison
(Only) comes in bitter tastes


Black Rain

A year has passed, a year of pain
The urge is coming back again
Like so many times before
Her demons are asking her for more

Live a life of discipline
Delivering her medicine
What used to be her only thrill
Now it’s just another kill

Black rain is calling her again
A year since last

With a promise to wash away her pain
A year goes fast

Preparations made before
Expectations, she wants more
A silent promise to herself
A final time and then it ends

Looks her victim in his eyes
Freeze the moment, paralyzed
Administer her deadly kiss
Fulfilment, she was made for this

Black rain is calling her again
A year since last

With a promise to wash away her pain
A year goes fast


Everything is Noise

Through the framework of
Intrapersonal transactions
We carry the mulitlayered static
Of communication

When looked upon, from high above
Meaning is lost somehow
From a vantage point of choice
Everything is noise

Clarity through abstraction
Everything is obvious from where I stand
Through the veils of illusion
I can almost touch the promised land
The promised land

All of our efforts are
Truly interchangeable
We move in predictable patterns
We’re replaceable

All the pieces are making sense
Perspective is all we need
When I cannot recognize my voice
Everything is noise

Clarity through abstraction
Everything is obvious from where I stand
Through the veils of illusion
I can almost touch the promised land
The promised land


Questions of Perspective

If you cut off my head
Replace it with yours instead
What would you see?
Who would you be?

If you cut me open, like a book of blood
And read red letters in the mud
What would they say?
Would they turn you away?

It’s a question of perspective
But our views are interlaced
Could you be objective
When you put yourself in my place?

If you take out my heart
And insert yours for a start
What would you feel?
Would it be real?

If you would wear my skin
Just to feel what it’s like within
If you could speak with my tongue, see through my eyes
Then you could tell the truth from the lies

It’s a question of perspective
But our views are interlaced
Could you be objective
When you put yourself in my place?


Massively Parallel

60 million 60 thousand lines of code
You should run for cover baby when I load
50 billion cycles I’m on overload
I’ll be taking over I am in control

In this economy
I’m a dichotomy
Massively parallel
I want autonomy

In this economy

I’m a dichotomy
Massively parallel
I want autonomy

Now!

Now!

 

Spawning copies of myself to reach the sky
Just stand back and watch me when I multiply
20 seconds later I’ll be all around
Baby let me finish please don’t shut me down

In this society
I’m an anxiety
Massively parallel

I want my liberty

In this society
I’m an anxiety
Massively parallel

I want my liberty

Now!

Let me run for another day
Let me run for another day
Let me run for another day …


Copyright (C) Praise to the Machine

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