Yes Sir, Mr. Machine
Cutting off these fingers will never push numbers into your machine again.
I will be like a mist that will be here today and vanish tomorrow.
You will never be able to make up all I've done for you.
Dark mornings raise anger fierce as the sun...
Don't look to see my face.
This face will never run this machine again.
You couldnt grant my few requests,
But only took from me.
Cuase you were always undenying as you're lying,
Cause you are everything that you don't want to believe.
Do you remember we put together this machine.
This face will never run this machine again.