03 - These Arms Are Snakes - Diggers Of Ditches Everywhere

I'm the mechanic inside the machine
It's hard to describe in a word
It's in a tape like time
And I ain't got one left to yell but they're to explain
The ways, the how, the works, the is, the times, the lines
These things they take time
These things they take time
These things they take time

And just so you know
That I'm so good
And just so you know
That I'm so good

'Cause words won't make up a lie
This big machine, a machine processing people through
Like assembly line crew through
Pushing us through the years, the years, the years of our lives
The waste, the kids, the things we miss
We miss so much, we miss so much

Come and die
Come and die
Come and die
Would you if you could?
Would you if you could?

Every single lie, you take it back, back
Every ounce of gas you think you lack, lack
Every ounce of love you take it back, back
Every ounce of pride you take it back, back

Well won't you just plug it in and accept every word that comes out
With your teeth, your lies, they get pressed through
A mechanic machine, a rusted and cold mechanical story of all
Story of all hollow lies
The story of all hollow lies

Oh, it's just saying what it is
It's just spouting like it's coming in
It's running out, it's dying