The Machine

I'm done with doing the time
Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime
Tell it to the judge if you think it'll rhyme
Preach it to the choir if your feeling divine
I'm gonna leave it, gonna leave it behind
Punches gonna roll, better take it in stride
Eyes are gonna see even if they were blind
Ears are gonna bleed from the passion inside

Just a product of mere evolution
Welcome to the machine
Take a ridе on the grand illusion
And you'll see what I mean

I'm down with doing the timе
Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime

Evolving from mere rigor mortis
Coming back from the dead
Revolving around all this madness
Never losing my head

Make way for the new Revolution
Take back the machine
Breathing in the human pollution
Payback it's a modern disease

Another product of mere evolution
It's a social disease
Mental state of the institution
Now you see what I mean