MyChildren MyBride The Machinist lyrics

we're approaching the gloating
of another dealers winning hand
the inspiring delusions
living up to the dreams of modern man
and i swear we put our life into everything; giving all we have,
but we're lacking the reaping , slaughtering the weakest of societies hard working calves

trying to bring us down again,
but were still having the times of our life
what we've lost we'll gain back again
the machine is tearing out our insides

we're picking up all the pieces, all life's thesis, that youve cast aside
insuring our victory from mighty deaths harvesting clock of time
youre breathing down the neck of all our selfish insecurities
birthing the fate, of the hate, thats been breeding all our perfect impurities

we're climbing, still climbing this mountain that you've set before us
we'll do whatever it takes to not make the mistakes,but still this pressures killing us

we're picking up all the pieces, all life's thesis, that youve cast aside
insuring your victory from mighty deaths harvesting clock of time
and only time will tell if this hard life meant anything

we'll do whatever it takes to not make the mistakes,but still this pressures killing us

if all we have still isnt good enough, then whats there left to give
breaking apart the nothing thats become our only incentive

so mark our words, and build our graves
you're the excuse for all of our mistakes
the very reason that we turned out this way
all the failure and all the heart ache

asking, pulling, taking anything left in our lives
the machine is tearing out our insides

so mark our words, and build our graves
you're the excuse for all of our mistakes
the very reason that we turned out this way
all the failure and all of the heart ache

so mark our words, and build our graves
you're the excuse for all of our mistakes