Machines, Pt. 1
Lyrics O'Brother

Is this what you wanted?
Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and decease. And take it all.
Trade living for a living.
Measure your worth in flesh and blood. Measure your worth...
I could be your contact in a place of your design,
With the grace of wounded lions
I could be your absolute; I could be your sign
I could be your written lie

All this time that I've been given I squandered in my own right
All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind
I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I'll just stack these points of view until one gives out
I won't hold my breath, hold my breath
Oh god, I should have figured

All this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted it [x2]

All this time that I've been given I squandered in my own right
All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind
I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I'll just stack these points of view until one gives out

I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I'll just stack these points of view until one gives out
I won't hold my breath, hold my breath
Oh god, I should have figured
That this would be happening now