In all likelihood it would be my undoing But that is not to say I did not do my damnedest But would it not seem as though to be damned Is exactly of what we speak Of life we speak here my friends Of where it starts and rage begins Of things of taste and little need Of fury's voice the infernal machine In and of itself is my own creation The pain of knowing today it may unleash Tantrums like a baby show the fool inside Shows me I need to learn to see myself Of life we speak here my friends Of where it starts and rage begins Of things of taste and little need Of fury's voice the infernal machine Fire does not burn in hell Nor does it burn in hearts Yet it seethes in anger's company The infernal machine Of life we speak here my friends Of where it starts and rage begins Of things of taste and little need Of fury's voice the infernal machine Infernal... Infernal... Infernal... Fury's voice... Fury's voice... Infernal... Infernal... machine Infernal... machine Infernal... machine Infernal... machine Infernal... Infernal... Infernal... machine Infernal... machine Infernal... machine Infernal... machine Infernal... Infernal... Infernal...