LIFE'S A COLD MACHINE I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS IF I DIE (when i die) MAKE IT SLOW, MAKE IT HURT SO I CAN FINALLY FEEL SOMETHING BEFORE I TURN TO DIRT WAS IT LOVE? WAS IT HATE? WHAT THE fu*k WAS IT WORTH? LIFE'S AN OLD MACHINE WHO KNOWS HOW IT WORKS BUT WHEN I DIE (if i die) MAKE IT SLOW, MAKE IT HURT SO I CAN FINALLY FEEL SOMETHING BEFORE I TURN TO DIRT WAS IT LOVE? WAS IT HATE? WHAT THE fu*k WAS IT WORTH? Talking to my self really talking to a screen Hoping someone else will know what i mean Talking to a screen really talking to my self If i don't know what i mean how the hell will someone else Introspection k**s suicide saves some Crime pays the bills work 9-5 then buy a gun Make moves while your young cash in your own deals Time waits for no one cliche but its real If i knew then what i know now I would have k**ed my friends isolation hones style Learn the why; know how what comes 'round the bend Solve that problem child no body knows the end Love love love love love hates to start sh** Hate hate hate hate hate loves a target Contrasting concepts yet they can relate d**h's a long rest life is just a long wait Irrational hate unconditional love Abstract coexistences composed outta mud Anger bangs the skull it wants to be let out Wrath wraps around the body it pours from the mouth Happiness is stressful with faith comes doubt Skepticism is a hobby truth works itself out Truthfully you should see that the you is also me And I blinds them from us. So who are we Semantics are a must Babel Tower or bust One language one power Silence then becomes trust