Part of the machine

by tasteless   Aug 23, 2006


Hide it
keep your love away
It must not be shown

it is wrong
you two does not fit
she is wrong and so are you

fake it
don't say it
do what you are told

please
they beg me please
can not tell me why am I working

production
fit to produce
exploit for hands of few

leave it
with a knife in flesh
blood is the only way away

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