Welcome inside the machine
It hurts
Go numb, go blind
One's drilling out a pipe
One adjusts the aim
One makes trigger parts
Weapons as a game
All trapped in k**ing routine
Washed clean
By this machine
On these grey walls
Lovely pictures of the weapons we produce
But not their actions
All are part of the big machine
We do our job
"Guilty!"
But what if we save?
And what if we solve?
And what if we build?
And what
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
I am just a wheel
And what if we stop?