LIFE'S A COLD MACHINE I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS

IF I DIE (when i die) MAKE IT SLOW, MAKE IT HURT

SO I CAN FINALLY FEEL SOMETHING BEFORE I TURN TO DIRT

WAS IT LOVE? WAS IT HATE? WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT WORTH?

LIFE'S AN OLD MACHINE WHO KNOWS HOW IT WORKS

BUT WHEN I DIE (if i die) MAKE IT SLOW, MAKE IT HURT

SO I CAN FINALLY FEEL SOMETHING BEFORE I TURN TO DIRT

WAS IT LOVE? WAS IT HATE? WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT WORTH?

Talking to my self really talking to a screen

Hoping someone else will know what i mean

Talking to a screen really talking to my self

If i don't know what i mean how the hell will someone else

Introspection kills suicide saves some

Crime pays the bills work 9-5 then buy a gun

Make moves while your young cash in your own deals

Time waits for no one cliche but its real

If i knew then what i know now

I would have killed my friends isolation hones style

Learn the why; know how what comes 'round the bend

Solve that problem child no body knows the end

Love love love love love hates to start shit

Hate hate hate hate hate loves a target

Contrasting concepts yet they can relate

Death's a long rest life is just a long wait

Irrational hate unconditional love

Abstract coexistences composed outta mud

Anger bangs the skull it wants to be let out

Wrath wraps around the body it pours from the mouth

Happiness is stressful with faith comes doubt

Skepticism is a hobby truth works itself out

Truthfully you should see that the you is also me

And I blinds them from us. So who are we

Semantics are a must Babel Tower or bust

One language one power Silence then becomes trust