Body Machine Body

Face in the crowd 
Kicking fascist history 
Boys aren't allowed in a perverted trickery 

Body, Machine, Body 
Body, Machine, Body 

There was a time 
When people were lined 
Stop this cold blooded scenery 
Before we kill this a mystery 

Thoughts of a different kind 
Can be convertised 
Industrialised 
No work for the working man 
Government shits upon your facts 
They are the reason way 
You can't escape this bleeding lie 
Push yourself to the edge 
Watch them come or watch them die 

My working dream 
My work