Mechanic Heartbeat - Culprate, Keota, Sophie Meiers

My hands are cold

I looked you in the eyes

You don’t have a soul

Discontent with my contempt, I’m

A lonely reflection of

The warning signs

Warning signs

Lonely reflection of

The warning signs

This can’t be my life

My time is all

Programmed to die

In my

Genetic code

Mechanic heartbeat, the

Shuffle of feet

The clock ticks along, and

Muffles my mind

I have all our memories

Memorized

I’m falling apart

I can feel the tension rise

I can feel its presence

Crawling up my spine

I’m so in love with this misery of mine

This can’t be my life, standing in an assembly line

This can’t

Be my life standing in an assembly line

Discontent with my contempt, I’m

A lonely reflection of

The warning signs

Warning signs

Lonely reflection of

The warning signs

This can’t be my life

My time is all

Programmed to die

In my

Genetic code

Mechanic heartbeat, the

Shuffle of feet

The clock ticks along, and

Muffles my mind