Fuck With the Machine

Mother Succor me and shelter me from myself I'm drowning in the dust And grinding rocks for bread The scorching, lifeless ocean plains These blatant costs, offset the gains And someone has to ask... How long can we f*ck with the machine? Mother Can we cover other scars we have designed? You are a victim of our time And you suffer, but we're blind Rain alone can't cleanse our sins Or water soothe your open wounds And in our dreams we scream How long can we f*ck with the machine? We're dying, denying Mother Succour me and shelter me from myself I'm drowning in the dust And grinding rocks for bread The scorching, lifeless ocean plains Displace the costs, offset the gains And someone has to ask... How long can we f*ck with the machine? We're dying, denying Mother How long can we f*ck with the machine Mother, we're dying, denying How long can we f*ck with the machine Mother?