The Grey Machines (feat. VNV Nation)

The grey machines revolve in rhythm

Like a soundtrack for a new religion

But in sixteen hours, there's fifteen minutes

Where you get to rest and plan for death

This blue jumpsuit is red from torture

When I sold my vote to buy some water

But the toxins taste as sweet as murder

And the choice is stark, Bastille or spark?

Heard there's a world where free will is the law

Why do I need wings to fly when falling feels so sound?

Why do I need open skies when I can kiss the ground?

Here sleep's a dream as rare as laughter

Any hint of hope is manufactured

And nostalgia's now the one addiction

That they care to cure with brutal force

I've felt the fist, a glove of velvet

But they add barbed wire for extra torment

It's the only time there's satisfaction

In their lifeless eyes and loveless lives

Why do I need wings to fly when falling feels so sound?

Why do I need open skies when I can kiss the ground?

Oh, the grey machines

Revolve in rhythm

Oh, the grey machines

A new religion

Heard there's a world where free will is the law

Why do I need wings to fly when falling feels so sound?

Why do I need open skies when I can kiss the ground?

Oh, the grey machines

Revolve in rhythm

Oh, the grey machines

A new religion

Revolve in rhythm

A new religion

Revolve in rhythm

A new religion