Machine
[Produced by Kindred Fever]

Tonight I’ll be standing
On the corner looking mean
Just like an engine I live
For the smell of gasoline

For too long I’ve played the victim
I’ve been a slave to my daily routines
I tried to long living clean
I don’t want love I need a machine

Time i’ve wasted, invested in you
Fell in love and you were nothing but cruel
I wasn’t needed but I know you’ll
Come crawling back when you’re out of fuel

Maybe I am the culprit
Maybe I’m the one who’s played a fool
But I’ve been told time heals all wounds
And If they don’t I’ll put the blame on you
Make me an enemy, make me an enemy
Make me an enemy
Make me an enemy, make me an enemy
Make me an enemy

I dress up nice for nobody
I’m still waiting for my queen
Full of wires and painted green
Tanked up with Gasoline

Mad man, mad man, you call me a mad
Man, mad man
Mad man, mad man, you call me a mad
Man, mad man