O'Brother - Machines Part I lyrics

Is this what you wanted? Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and decease. And take it all. Trade living for a living. Measure your worth in flesh and blood. I could be your contact in a place of your design, with the grace of wounded lions I could be your absolute; I could be your sign I could be your written lie All this time that I've been given I squandered in my own right All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so I'll just stack these points of view until one gives out I wont hold my breath Oh god, I should have figured All this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted it I should have figured that this would be happening now