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
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