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The Machine

from Degenerate by Patient Zero

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ain't got no cache
ain't got no money
I got nowhere I can go
we're a long way from home

ain't got no past
ain't got no future
are you standing here with me
or am I burning alone?

maybe you've never been blessed,
so what if you've never kissed?
why can we never bring back out the dead?
I hear them whisper in my head.

maybe I'm a little too rapturous,
maybe I'm not sick I'm the sickness,
dropping bombs on holy ground,
that siren song, that pretty sound.

maybe it's a little too dangerous,
the ones we leave won't grieve for us,
I dare to spit where angels tread,
I'm bountiful, alive or dead.

when you've got nothing there's nothing to say,
put the pigs in the pen see if they'll still play,
pull the steel train into the radio station,
crash the driver on the automation.

got a little cut in the palm of your hand,
but the paycheck stings 'cause you're paying the man,
they clip your wings and leash you with a tie,
but your monetary value's how straight you fly.

got cash to burn with a plastic smell,
but the choking air treats the market well,
so put your foot down on the accelerator,
they'll charge for the power from your alternator.

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from Degenerate, released March 31, 2018

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