Machines are rolling once again,
He's in your face and in your pock
et don't take your eyes off him.
Is he someone you long to be?
Identities are altered for you.
Never see what it's really like
if it's ugly deep inside,
Consumer life, consumes a life to,
-hit zero once again and follow life the
We can't be forced to see.
Once again without the thoughts of
We can be forced to feed.
He's got a book to sell you too,
A self made icon sold to you.
He's representing everything
There's something I've known,
The fuel to run machines forever.
And I have been the worst
could be impossible it seems.
Hit zero once again and follow
life the way it's meant to be.
There must be something more in store for me.