This is no exaggeration
We're living in a death machine
And no, it's not just your imagination
You've been living in a death machine
Some of us are passengers
Some of us are driving
And almost everybody's getting bled to death to keep the motor running
I'm not being hyperbolic
This place is a death machine
Literally and symbolic in the belly of the death machine
Doesn't matter who is steering
It's just gonna keep on killing
'Til we find a way to finally break the routine
Well, you might as well face the music
You're living in a death machine
This ain't no call to action
Can't get no satisfaction
Not even sure what I was trying to sing
But at least until it stops existing
This f*cking time bomb keeps ticking
Shit, man, goddamn, that's just obscene
Living in a death machine
In the belly of the death machine
Everybody's in the death machine
Living in a death machine