Breathe in breathe out Tied to a wheel fingers got to feel I spin on a whim I slide to the right I felt you like electric light For our love For our fear For our rise against the years and years and years
Got a machinehead better than the rest Green to red machinehead And I walk from my machine I walk from my machine
Deaf dumb and thirty Starting to deserve this Leaning on my consious wall Blood is like wine Unconscious all the time If I had it all again I'd change it all
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