Out of Time - Slithering Machines

They write their contracts, they steal your souls
To sleep on a bed of burning coals
This great machine of twisting gears
Is lubricated with blood, sweat, and tears
Slithering machines and dollar signs
Silver screens and ocean mines
The slithering machines take control of your dreams
"Life and liberty" means nothing it seems
Sleeping in their unconscious diseases
The taking of souls, it constantly eases
Observe the poor and desperate artist
Dreams of himself under the stage light
Taking a glance, he’s taking chance
In an industry of corporate greed
He must not stray, he must write from the heart
Without a care of the place on the chart
Slithering machines and dollar signs
Silver screens and ocean mines
The slithering machines take control of your dreams
"Life and liberty" means nothing it seems
Sleeping in their unconscious diseases
The taking of souls, it constantly eases
The slithering machines they take control of your dreams
Snakes and capital are poisonous things
Lies and slithery corporate deeds
The taking of souls, so the masses be pleased
Sleep little dreamer
I’ve made up my mind
You will be my gold mine
Till the end of time
The slithering machines take control of your dreams
"Life and liberty" means nothing it seems
Sleeping in their unconscious diseases
The taking of souls, it constantly eases
The slithering machines they take control of your dreams
Snakes and capital are poisonous things
Lies and slithery corporate deeds
The taking of souls, so the masses be pleased

Written by:
Dino Rodino, Michael Whelan

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