When I say something to make you say something
In the end it's all my fault
And so I say nothing so you say nothing
In the end there's nothing at all
General routine
God from the machine
(You ain't gonna fuck my brain)
Your hands in the open air
I'm to blame, but I don't care
Crush down Heaven to the Earth
This won't bring back your wasted years
They all served good and long and still
For sure they can't find peace until
We cut you and we see no blood
Come on, let's do it, fill the cup
When I say something to make you say something
In the end it's all my fault
And so I say nothing so you say nothing
In the end there's nothing at all
General routine
God from the machine
A substitute for your own pain
We cut 'em all, but all in vein
The higher dose, the general
Were they bad things after all?
Victim
Faint-hearted schism
You are standing there, unbound
No right, no left turn, nothing left to learn
I don't want to make friends
I'm not here to please you
I don't want to play a game
All I want to do to you is what you did to me
Oh, anyway
You are bound in many ways
But when it comes to run away
You've got the speed and the drive of a goddamn train
When I say something to make you say something
In the end it's all my fault
And so I say nothing so you say nothing
In the end there's nothing at all (nothing at all)
General routine
Your God from the machine
