A machine came knocking at my door
Lost and alone hungry for oil
I could see he wouldn`t get too far
Shape of a man soul of a car
Soon we`ll all be dead
It makes me feel so comfortable
What I see and what I think I hear
Clouds in my eye rust in my ear
A machine will never have to feel
I know it`s fake but pretend that it`s real
Soon we`ll all be dead
It makes me feel so comfortable