Holy F*****g Shit: 40,000

Everything you do is planned out in advance

And the stars push their dark wills down on you

And wolves all tear themselves apart better in packs

It's just a function that we will have to work on through

We're machines that eat and breathe and look really cool

You're reacting just the way I thought you would

And I've replaced my heart with metal parts

And I'm working out just fine, but I can't get it to start

We're machines that breathe and weep and look really good

Trained to kill

Send me back in time and I'll bring us back in line

Just tell me whose mother I have to kill

I'm fine like I've always been, and I don't remember when

My conscience wasn't acting up again

And I've replaced my heart with metal parts

And I'm working out just fine, but I can't get it to start

We're machines that breathe and weep and look really good

Trained to kill