War Machine

Defining new distances, try not to touch I appreciate your love, but this is too much There's a call in the air that lures the dumb Collects and controls with massive thumbs How I wish I could leave here without any questions Like each word you mouth is tagged with confessions That twist every thought that you wanted to have And stops you from choosing or cutting a path It's designed to be hateful and hold long enough To capture each movement, each action, each puff It's coming full circle, with blood on its hands It asks you to kill without knowing its plans While offering valour that's no one's to give Ignoring the state in which you will live And you're still not a hero, after all you have done Your hands should be clean, but they smell like a gun And nothing can cleanse you or take it away You own what you did and it’s all on replay The machine has moved on and left only destruction Devastation and anger and stronger corruption