The Machine
Hear that roaring sounds of the engines,
Pistons moving with steam coming out of the sides,
Everybody is in line for the ride,
Everybody is in line for the ride.
Your brain waves have changed,
Thoughts are the same,
Nobody questions the experience,
Were all think the same.
Copyright © Mike Rounds | Year Posted 2012
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