The gears are grinding in your head
Like teeth of anxiety
Inordinate Crepitation
You'll never stop me
A well oiled machine, docile and clean
Perfect for the grand scheme
Sparks fly, bare bones clashing
Remnants of the modern cyborg
You'll never stop me
Keep feeding the machine so
It will always protect you
Keep feeding the machine no
It will never betray you
You have nothing to fear
But fear itself
A swarm of drones attacking
Programmed for only one thing
A choir of death will sing
You'll never stop them
Run for cover, hold your loved ones
It may be the last time
Slipping, drawing a flatline
Remnants of the modern world
That you left behind
Hidden Scars - Machine Lyrics
Hidden Scars - Machine Lyrics
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The gears are grinding in your head
Like teeth of anxiety
Inordinate Crepitation
You'll never stop me
A well oiled machine, docile and clean
Perfect for the grand scheme
Sparks fly, bare bones clashing
Remnants of the modern cyborg
You'll never stop me
Keep feeding the machine so
It will always protect you
Keep feeding the machine no
It will never betray you
You have nothing to fear
But fear itself
A swarm of drones attacking
Programmed for only one thing
A choir of death will sing
You'll never stop them
Run for cover, hold your loved ones
It may be the last time
Slipping, drawing a flatline
Remnants of the modern world
That you left behind
Like teeth of anxiety
Inordinate Crepitation
You'll never stop me
A well oiled machine, docile and clean
Perfect for the grand scheme
Sparks fly, bare bones clashing
Remnants of the modern cyborg
You'll never stop me
Keep feeding the machine so
It will always protect you
Keep feeding the machine no
It will never betray you
You have nothing to fear
But fear itself
A swarm of drones attacking
Programmed for only one thing
A choir of death will sing
You'll never stop them
Run for cover, hold your loved ones
It may be the last time
Slipping, drawing a flatline
Remnants of the modern world
That you left behind
Writer: VITALIJ KUPRIJ, JOHN WEST
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid