• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Machine - Trey Songz
• The Machine - Lemon Demon
• The Machine - Coldworker
• The Machine - In The Midst Of Lions
• The Machine - Aztec Jade
• The Machine - Darkwell
• The Machine - Reverend & The Makers
• The Machine - Gothic Knights
• The Machine - Rebecca Mayes
• The Machine - Pax Cecilia
• The Machine - Gates Of Slumber
• The Machine - Dead World

Oh
Oh
Oh
Ohhh
Guessin this is the part where I start
Telling you I wanna tear your body all apart
Beatin all day like your heart
Come here can I park
This spots so perfect
Cut em all off cause you so worth it
You said you left him cause he made you feel worthless
And you were scared cause I made you so nervous
Well let's play it like you never heard the radio
Or seen the tv
See me for me
She smiled touchin my chest
Trigga you a mess
Baby I'm for real
She said you better be
Baby I'm so for real you can go ask heavy d
Speakin of heavy d
Think ya can lift that
Game in the bag but they forgot to gift wrap
Blind me for never givin into the rift raft
Turned into a machine all I'm seein is pitch black
They ain't never gunna stop me
Never forget that
All they can do is watch me like eyelids peeled back
Everything I'm sayin you should know that I meant that
Baby girl tell them that I'm fresh as a mint pack
Tic Tac breath strips
Where we going breast slip
Tongue kiss
Married to the melody
Sleeping with the drum kick
Tell the hi hat kick when I say so
Rearrange beats track got made over
When the sun rise I just got a day colder
Beats like food after I pray over
Turn the prey over
Got great molars
Time to wake the world up
Call me trey foldgers!
Trey told ya
Take over
So cold I can freeze the great lakes over
Order me a cold beer
I ain't talkin number 8
Talkin well done wild goose stake
Get a plate
Ya ain't never heard of that
Yea that boy murdered that
She says she my baby tell me where the gerber at
And don't speak a word of that
Gerber rap
Not havin a damn thing to do with any word of that (Songz!)
Baby this songz
We can get gone
Like Ideal I'm ireel
What I feel
I'm one of the realest
Don't know what ya dealin
I can call bluffs and count cards
Dealin with a sane man
Jermaine rainman
Workin out all the potholes out my gameplan
It's a lot of pressure havin money and fame and
It started as a dream
Now it's all about the cream
You can call me the machine
Call me the machine
Gon call me the machine
Call me the machine
Yea call me the machine
Shawty get ya maballine
Cause we bout to make a scene
Hop in that machine
You can roll with the machine
Moneys in my jeans
I'm a a money fiend
I put that on everything
That I'm chasin every dream
Call me the machine (chine chine chine chine)
Call me the machine
Triggered a machine
Damn right I'm a machine
I dedicate this to the king
Moo what up
Eh
I dedicate this to my homie in the feds
He told me I gotta work harder than I ever worked before
Eh
No problem nigga
I gotcha
Come here
Come here
Lemme herd that
Eh lemme herd that
Run it back

All that he does is chip away.
Each day he sticks to his routine:
Putting the pieces on.
Building a big machine.
He ran out of room inside his room
and so he moved it all outside.
Now it's a bit too big.
Now it's a mile wide.
The family vans across the desert
follow signs to park and stare.
Nobody says hello.
Nobody knows he's there.
They just look at the blinking lights and greebles,
interlocking arms of steel.
And they think:
Nothing could be so big.
Nothing could be so real.
They think:
One million springs
and spinning things. It's quite a view.
We have no clue...
What does it do?
That's the beauty of it--
It doesn't do anything.
He made his own night-vision goggles.
Now he lurks inside the frame.
Perfecting it from within.
Forgetting his own name.
All that he knows is that it needs him.
All it knows is he needs it.
Every piston.
Every single little bit.
The government people in black helicopters
try to snoop around.
I'm so sorry, but he needs the extra parts.
He takes the choppers down.
Now there are tanks on the horizon,
asking what are his demands?
Not one of them understands.
Nobody understands.
All the megaphones scream:
One million gears.
Perhaps our fears are coming true.
What does it do?
What does it do?
That's the beauty of it--
It doesn't do anything.
Lost in solipsism
he then slowly pulls a lever
which sets off a mechanism
which does nothing whatsoever
but the nothing that it does
negates the everything we know
because it's screaming "Just because!"
because it's neither friend or foe
and so we label it a menace
or a grandiose work of art.
From its finale to its genesis
we slowly pull it all apart.
That's the beauty of it--
It doesn't do anything, do anything.

So grand; my design
All vast and divine
Becoming my masterpiece
A carnal creation
A full-blown elation
My chores now commence with ease
Bring metal and tubes!
Bring blood as lube!
Gather all parts and flesh
My monster to be
Will change history
The bastard son of death
Behold! My pride, my ungodly machine...
Bolts and bones; skeletal blasphemy
Screws and joints; metallic monstrosity
Wired wounds; blood corroded and black
Leaded skin; riveted and cracked
Deep down in my lair
Working with care
Adjusting the final parts
The inanimate
Soon boiling with hate
Fueled up with human hearts
Construction's complete
So beautiful and sweet
But still there is more to do
I must be one
With my new son
Merge into something new
Alas! I've become god of the machine
Engine's churning
Liquids burning
Twisting and turning
This metallic monster is awakening
Monumental
Experimental
Fundamental
Arise to the day of reckoning
God in chrome
Home from home
Hear it roam!
Turning all life into coal
A sudden shock
Beast amok
Closed and locked
A rebellion that I can't control
An inner turmoil
Machine in rage
Patricidal development
Rejected by my creation
This is the end
The sky goes dark
Monolithic reaper

This is the root of all evil they say, but it is our master. It is a machine. It is a machine.
The gears are turning, controlling every thought in our minds. The gears are turning. We are consumed from the inside out. Our bounty is our hope. Never fulfilling. Ever pursuing.
The gears are turning. More is never enough.
Never fulfilling. Ever pursuing.
The machine has masked our eyes with gold, blinding our eyes with desires of fortune. Moving forward with a craving for acquisition, this monster heeds nothing in it's path. Remove this veil; clearly see the course which lies ahead. Remove this veil from your eyes.
The gears are turning, controlling every thought in our minds. The gears are turning. We are consumed from the inside out.
This is the root of a ll evil they say, but it is our master. Defeat the machine. Defeat the machine.
Be warned. Be warned.
Stop the machine. Stop the machine.

Jackin' in and letting go
It's reality in control
Corporate man on the totem pole
Live the net is status quo
VR love and lines of blow
Climb their backs and up you'll go
Always forward not behind
Are these dreams in my mind?
Struggling with the nightmares
Of this cyber psychic dream
I am a man that's lost
In the machine ~
Neon lights and mirrored walls
Corporate killers line the halls
Who's your fiend, who's your foe
Name your price to sell your soul
Watch your front and watch your back
Be the boss's favorite hack
Make your deals with a pretty face

The visions have become real
A technocratic sight,
Mankind's flow corrupted
Dimensions of control.
The arch-emotions are lost,
But desire remains.
A free spirit again - unwanted.
A machine, Newtopias heart
The future curse
The machine, A cyborg tool
Mens power is gone
A machine, industrination
It's the systems fall!
A virtual admission of guilt, confession
Orwell's future tense, libertcidal
The species enslaved, the will is broken
To avert doom - obnoxious.
A machine, Supernatural reign
The futures curse
The machine, The creature a fool
Mens power is gone
A machine, exploitation
It's the systems fall!
A machine, Newtopias heart
A virtual world
The machine, A cyborg tool
The control is lost
A machine, industrination

TJ don't want no less
Can't think, can't talk, must process
No practice, no sample
Must earn, must learn, must trample
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get out...
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get out of the machine
TJ don't want no less
Can't think, can't talk, must process
No choice, no prospectus
More money you must respect us
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get out...
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And don't forget you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get off the conveyor
And when you want you can get out of the machine
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Get born, get stupid
Don't forget you can get off the conveyor
Don't forget you can get off the conveyor
When you want you can get off the conveyor
When you want you can get out...
Don't forget you can get off the conveyor
Don't forget you can get off the conveyor
When you want you can get off the conveyor
When you want you can get out...
Don't forget you can get off the conveyor
Don't forget you can get off the conveyor
When you want you can get off the conveyor

[Digipak Bonus Track]
In this machine
The battle in my mind
I need to set free
This rage deep inside of me
There's a war inside my head
Can't take anymore of this pain
It's time to erase this fate
Now all I see is red
These thoughts of hate killing me dead
I'm dancing on the edge
Blind leading the blind
Until the end of time
Fight or pay the price
The truth they say will set you free
So when will life's cards fall my way
This world is running out of time
Deceptive forces everywhere
I will not surrender my mind
And fall prey to the cosmic lie
Will mankind ever open their eyes and see they are the slaves of a society
Ruled by a system that takes advantage and says we are all free
In this world of steel brothered by stone
So many bodies yet so alone
Where do we turn where can we go
When the face of deceit comes to your home
Look at the mirror what do you see
Am I a man or a machine
Now when it's all said and done
Can't you see that you have a choice
Never give up your right to live
Blind killing the blind
They'll never see the light
Fight to the end of time

I’m plugged into the machine for my daily medicine
I don’t know what my body’s doing and I don’t want to
feel a thing
Not today, not today
I walk my avatar through the world
Hide my heart cause it’s much too large for you to hold
There’s a reservoir behind these walls
Wait, I want to touch you
Wait, I want to see you
It’s not too late for me to dismantle the machine
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
I can barely feel my fingers in control
I can barely feel your breath on my skin
I’m not sure what my body’s doing here
Why it’s feeling so many things today, today
I’m sucked out into the screen
A bundle of thoughts clogging up the machine
But my heart longs to be seen
Wait, I want to touch you
Wait, I want to see you
It’s not too late for me to dismantle the machine
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
Outside the sun is shining
I can see us on our picnic rug
There’s no where for me to be today but

on that peak
we have caged god
in the glory of our gears
and a song rings out for the death at hand
for gods do not progress and a machine can not rejoice

I look around and see that I'm not in some machine,
But surrounded by machines with wheel and gear.
Who dance around it seems to tiny whim and futile scream.
They live their very lives slaves to fear.
Futile grasping hands are yearning for their false plans a million lies behind each grinning face.
Piss tears fill hollow eyes for each dream that slowly dies.
And my pains to satisfy their hungry need, in this machine.
I'm not falling down today, not falling down to die.
Won't see my tears when the die is cast.
Because I know my face and I know how victory tastes.
Sweet it is but the pleasure never lasts. In this machine, no.
I look around and see that I'm not in some machine,
But surrounded by machines with wheel and gear.
Piss tears fill lifeless eyes for each dream that dies.

The visions have become real
A technocratic sight,
Mankind's flow corrupted
Dimensions of control.
The arch-emotions are lost,
But desire remains.
A free spirit again - unwanted.
A machine, newtopias heart
The future curse
The machine, a cyborg tool
Mens power is gone
A machine, industrination
It's the systems fall!
A virtual admission of guilt, confession
Orwell's future tense, libertcidal
The species enslaved, the will is broken
To avert doom - obnoxious.
A machine, supernatural reign
The futures curse
The machine, the creature a fool
Mens power is gone
A machine, exploitation
It's the systems fall!
A machine, newtopias heart
A virtual world
The machine, a cyborg tool
The control is lost
A machine, industrination