Machinery

(album: Reign Of Fear - 1986)

Life means being perfect
Day by day, restless.
I need somebody's help to get away,
Don't trust no one.

They don't want you,
They want your pay.
Win or lose!

Machinery,
Destroying what
I want to be.

Machinery,
There's nothing that
You get for free.

Reporters work for those
Who pay them well, ruthless.
The top priority is just to sell,
Obey or die.

If you don't
Play the game,
You'll die.
Win or lose!

Machinery,
Doesn't care about
You and me.

Machinery,
Got no choice
At all.

The public wants to be
Fed with big lies.
Illusions, images
And big dreams.

Turns fools into kings,
Let genies die meanwhile.
The glory's half as bright
As it seems to be.

Why don't you
Really love the
Things you do?
Liar!

No matter what it is,
It won't be true
Bitch of success!

You sold your
Honour for the gold
Win or lose!

Machinery,
Destroying what
I want to be.

Machinery,
Got no choice
At all.

Machinery,
There's nothing that
You get for free.

Machinery,
Hear the salesman's
Call.