Mechanical Songtext

One last night, one more breath, one step forward, then what's left?
Where does it go?
What does it mean?
What is it worth to be part of this machine?
Control of the future, can't stop the progress,
speed up production, speed up our lives.
Greed, the mechanical fucking process
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