And To The Machine

I called to say that I’m okay
The opposite of yesterday
No misery
Just sticky trees
I'm swimmin' in promethazine
I want to say that honestly
Your vertebrae
I’m quite sure they’re meant for me
I call relentlessly
But I just get your machine

I’m controlled by your machine
We rage against the machine
I just want your machine
Push keys til the day that we die

I called to say I made it back
I hit that lick
Nothing I lack
I hang around
On dial tones
Like they were meant for me
I call relentlessly

But I just get your machine
I’m controlled by your machine
We rage against the machine
I just want your machine
Push keys til the day that we die