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Objectify
03:14
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I am the object of your vanity
I am the subject of your greed
You look at me like I’m your diety
I’m not gonna give you what you need
Undressing me with your gaze
Telling me what you want from me
I’m so caught up in your craze
Tossed aside once you’re done with me
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I’m everything you’ve ever fantasized
I’m everything you’ll never be
Invisible, available, idealized
The antidote to your toxicity
I’m fucking done with your games
Manipulate me one more time
But to you it’s all the same
Like a bad penny
At the drop of a dime
***Don’t deny you objectify me
You deify and terrify me
For your eyes only
I’ll always be
A symptom of your insecurity
What do you see?
When you look at me
What do you see?
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I’m a martyr, a victim
Rejected by the system
Spat out by your lie machine
To sleepwalk through a broken dream
I defy the odds you stacked
Scarred to the core but still intact
You’ll never know, you’ll never see
The damage done to me
*(You took from me)
What could have been a perfect life
(You took from me)
This is my hand upon the knife
(You took from me)
Fall from your grace onto/upon my knees
The depths to which I’ll crawl
So I can be free
I’m a cut and paste copy, a crude assembly
Surgically sculpted ambiguity
Ripped from the same cloth you cast unto me
From this agony I fight to be free
*(You took from me)
What could have been a perfect life
(You took from me)
This is my hand upon the knife
(You took from me)
Fall from your grace onto/upon my knees
The depths to which I’ll crawl
So I can be free
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Dead Name
05:39
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A scarlet letter rolls off your tongue
Cast from the flock, thy will be done
My shaking hands strike through the page
These words which cannot speak my rage
My stomach turns upon itself
Knotted in sickly fear
I was always someone else
I was never really here
*Don’t call me by my name
My name is dead to me
Bury me with the remnants of my dignity
And every time you ever lied to me
Destroy all that you knew of me
Don’t call me by my name
My name is dead to me
Bury me in my treachery
With every word you said to me
My past is my enemy
My name is dead to me
With every breath inside of me
My name is dead to me
My disgust and desperation
Turns my guts to burning wires
Tangled in my twisted head
I want to set it all on fire
My flawed fragmented chemistry
Will someday be the death of me
A prisoner of my own design
Locked in, cast out, left behind.
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Machines With Human Souls Chicago, Illinois
Chicago-based Industrial rock bringing equal measures filth and funk, transcending the status quo for the rest of our
goddamn lives. We are influenced by all your Wax Trax/90s industrial/coldwave favorites such as Sister Machine Gun, KMFDM, Hate Dept., PIG, and Nine Inch Nails with a dash of punk, funk, and electro.
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