The Machine

Every day we wake up in the same room
To have a day like yesterday
And so it will go on
Everything is scheduled

We obey the clock

We are all components of the big machine
That we call reality
Don't dare to demean

We are all components of the big machine
That we call reality
Don't dare to demean

We're all slaves
We're all slaves of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing

We're all slaves
We're all slaves of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing

Marching in line to the grind like a slave
To the grave
Selling your soul for a price that's not fair
It's insane

We're all slaves of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing

We're all slaves of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing

Marching in line to the grind like a slave
To the grave
Selling your soul for a price that's not fair
It's insane

We obey the clock
Oh
Ah

Marching in line like a slave
Marching in line to the grave
Marching in line like a slave
Marching in line to the grave