The Machines We Are

It's party night tonight, just like every night; And once again, you've death defied. And how are those things that crawled up inside your head? Polish off this bottle and pour yourself into bed. Let's shoot some drugs and fall in love, 'Cause I feel

The cold only served me keeping you warm, roaming your body like a serpent of some form. Now I ain't got noting pumping through my veins but gasoline. Could you ever love a machine? It's all about driving the demons in me out. It's hard to be sincere