A machine came knocking at my door
Lost & alone; hungry for oil
I could see he wouldn't get too far
Shape of a man; soul of a car
Soon we'll all be dead
It makes me feel so comfortable
What I see & what I think I hear
Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear
A machine will never have to feel
I know it's fake but pretend that it's real
Soon we'll all be dead
It makes me feel so comfortable

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