F*** the Machine

Counting down the hours until tomorrowTheForest
trying to run from all the sorrows
I’ve come to know from this place
Counting down the minutes, staring at the ceiling
Getting this unsettling feeling
That I’m going insane

I refuse to be part of the machine
I refuse to fit their mold
I’m the part of this society that won’t believe all the lies they are told
And its making me crazy…

Counting down the minutes until I am gone
I never thought that this would come
Counting the seconds as I’m fading
I’m starting to succumb

I refuse to be their marionette
I refuse to play in their game
I’m the part of this society that they can’t manipulate
And it’s driving them crazy…

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