Machine - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Oh, always staring at your phone

There's nobody in there with a life worth living

Nobody in there that isn't wishing

They were just an empty shell without no substance

No purpose, another from the circus

Direction, connection, got another mention

What does it mean?

We're all machines

Control, control me

You cut me open, and pull me apart

A hollow chest instead of a heart

Control, control me

You do what you want with me, baby

Till I am spent, I'm so content

I've been thinking how I got here

Waking up in a bed that wasn't mine

I had the strangest of dreams

Where everything was normal but it wasn't right

Men made of shadow with an awful grin

Planted the fear deep beneath my skin

I wear a face that isn't mine

Do what you please anytime

Control, control me

You cut me open, and pull me apart

A hollow chest instead of a heart

Control, control me

You do what you want with me, baby

Till I am spent, I'm so content

Control, control me

You cut me open, and pull me apart

A hollow chest instead of a heart

Control, control me

You do what you want with me, baby

Till I am spent, I'm so content