Futile Bread Machine (Campfire Version)

By Meshuggah

On The True Human Design

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An even strobe, a pulse of flashing hate

Lights of synthetic souls

Mass-produced, hammered into shape

A sign of times, dreams turn into systems

A new way, a new breed

Implanted in our minds

Here I am in the hand of sterile hate

The new control

Cannot wake

I'm not asleep

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

New intelligence arise in emptied bodies

Turgid flesh tested through eternal spastic fits

Through not

Known codes

Mother machine

In genocide

Now scorn

A dying race

Evolution in reverse

Now it's time for me

I'm changing

Programmed to appease you

We're symbols of perfection!

Humanoids runed by your laws, eh?

Destroy erase improve, eh?

What's that all about, eh?

Lesson first: submission?

We're docile servant dogs

Our leashes are your limbs

Computed deep within?

Our leashes are your limbs computed deep within?!

Within?

See me

Be me

Same contents, same machine

Same contents, same machine

Same contents, same machine

Currency of ours no more

Flesh and bone

We are too, hey

Unaware of what we have been before

Contorted

An eternity

Defeated

Futile breed machine, haa, haaa

Futile breed machine

Futile breed machine

Futile breed machine

Futile breed machine

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