Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink
Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak
A contract with the devil for a life of distain

Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave!

I blame myself


God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour this gas on me


God help me pour this gas on me [x4]

Chocking on the product for the mass to consume

The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed
Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive
A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise


I blame myself


God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour this gas on me

I sold my soul [x11]


God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour, this gas on me


God help me pour this gas on me [x4]