Blood Machine

Welcome to the blood machine Make of it what you like Container of reality In which you'll live your life The blood machine don't care if you die Eat your soul now One, two three, four Save up to make your death nice Printed gravestone at the site, well He was good, great some might say Lost a special friend today I knew him best before he passed Though I wasn't there the last Or first, I'm just a talking head They only care after you're dead I don't want To be the one To force you to do this Don't make me Because I will I swear I love you But I will die on this hill Come on into your demise Let's look over all the prizes That you've earned, then when and how Too bad they mean nothing now Feed the machine, It will bleed, mortal me, just Crawl into the blood machine