What's this machine that feeds me
Digesting feeling insatiably
Cooking up nothing in everyone
My hands are too numb to feel sh**
I'm high as god
I must be if they feed me
Fit came to begotten
It's everything failed to feel
Confronted by what you thought to be
What an animal, a beast, a stray
Escaping myself
f**ing up and giving birth to a shell
Android
What's this machine that feeds me
Digesting feeling insatiably
Cooking up nothing in everyone
My hands are too numb to feel sh**
I'm high as god
I must be if they feed me
I was coming from the darkest sum
Of the fears of my fantasies
Never to become true
Mysteries pa** us through
Fortune cooked paths of mold
Trashing my fast patience
Pulling for gold
f**ing crashing