Take this machine and break it up
Let all the pieces fall to the floor
Metal clutter all useless junk
Try the broken end to start it up
Feel the flicker of red light life
Bring the shiver of systematic flow
Sense the urgency to crawl to life
Start of a new day to tear it down

This is my decay, this is my decay
The beauty of decay, the beauty of decay
Short circuit circuitry, short circuit circuitry
This is my decay, is this machine healthy
The beauty of decay, is this cold natural
Short circuit circuitry, is this metal lifeless
Is this brain working, death of the machines
Death to your machine, death of your machine

Pulsing minutes still cut your eyes
Seventh time to see nothing
Computer shut down still nowhere
The camera wants to hide away
Touch away the starting point
Cleanse the air of this disease
Infected scratch or rot and melt
Bury what's been taken down

Take this machine and break it up
Let all the pieces fall to the floor
Metal clutter all useless junk
Try the broken end to start it up
Feel the flicker of red light life
Bring the shiver of systematic flow
Sense the urgency to crawl to life
Start of a new day to tear it down

This is my decay, this is my decay
The beauty of decay, the beauty of decay
Short circuit circuitry, short circuit circuitry
This is my decay, is this machine healthy
The beauty of decay, is this cold natural
Short circuit circuitry, is this metal lifeless
Is this brain working, death of the machines
Death to your machine, death of your machine

Change this green railroad track
Sleeps for nothing more
Followed by your steel machine
Changing time

Time for this second chance
To break shattered glass
Falls down into heat
Driving headlights through
Through, through, through

Through in a light forming
In your eyes looking
At this plastic burn
Metal come undone

Done with all bleeding shots
Of what used to be
Nothing in the flames
These are your bells too
Too, too, too

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