Twisting and turning
There is no turning back
The rips you apart from within
I feed on what you lack
Hate the machine
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone
Follow it
Roll model for the model citizen
Trendsetting for rip-offs
You’re a tool, count to ten
Mumble in breath unheard of
But do as you’re told
Disobey and you’ll be a whipping boy
Only the weak live to die old
Feel the cold claw at your back
Listen as it cuts you open
Drone out the voice
Though you can’t help but listen
Love the machine
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone
Listen to the Camel’s UN
Destroy the infidel
Listen, you’re no leader
Follower, does that ring a bell?
North and South of the border
They are our enemies
East and West overseas
They are our enemies
Defend your countries honor
As a bullet is nothing without its gun
You are nothing without your master
A gun needs its bullet, though
Play Russian roulette, feeling like a gambler?
Hate the machine
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone
Slowly strip the common man
Of his senses
Give your sense to the one who needs it
You can keep the common sense, though
There’s evil in the far-east
Destroy what threatens you
Before it threatens the hand that you feed on
You are of the select few
Hate the machine
Love the machine
Hate it, love it
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem