The Governor

Machine: Deicide

It’s simple and numb,
Stuck on automatic,
It’s a blind dealer - a wide-eyed addict.
We’ve allowed for a wheel of loss and desire,
Now there’s no way to put out the fire.
Yea we’re all just rollin’ - high on some junk,
Automatic lava, deicide monk,
A hall full of kids trying to deal with their guilt,
But the echo of the hall is automatically built - and it’s alright.

Find yourself and look back,
No one else will-
We’ve created a monster and it’s ready to build.
The young one’s a trigger, with a bad habit,
She’s a blind nun, cruelest in static.

Yea the past’s just running, high on a stick,
Meaning is useless when given to the sick,
A hall full of kids automatically built so the edge of the hall is ready to kill you alright -
And it’s alright (with you)

Alarm is going off,
Oh can’t you hear -
Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear,
Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile,
Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial (x9)

Alarm is going off,
Oh can’t you hear -
Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear,
Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile,
Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial

Yea we’re all just rolling,
The mothers have sunk,
All the blood’s hidden in the Governor’s trunk,
They keep you in a hall with all of your ilk,
To echo the title of the trunk that they built : “it’s alright”

And it’s alright (with you)