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Broken glass on soft skin,

A white light that burns your eyes black.

Imagine silence, so quiet you can hear your skin crack, Imagine violence, on a scale like never before.

So, where's the joke?

Increase the pain in one foul stroke.

You've never been so tired,

You'd like to cry yourself to sleep.

If you could find the time,

If you could find yourself some peace.

There's no escape,

No fantasies, dreams or T.V.s.

There are no complaints,

Just life without hope or ambition.

It’s the nature, of the machine

[Repeat x4]

You’re a loyal subject.

Subjected to something insane.

You're the finished product.

The product of somebody's game.

It's hard to be grateful,

when you are fed by a patronising hand.

It's hard to breathe,

when the air feels like dry sand.

Feel your fear rising up,

Does it feel like a stranger?

Can you make sense of it all?

Is it rational behaviour?

Or is it unreasonable,

To expect enough food and water?

Or is it a privelage?

For the few who were born more Important.

It’s the nature, of the machine.

[Repeat x4]