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The corporate beast has got me. I’ve fallen in the trap.
This beast it feeds on me. I’m never coming back.

You’ve sucked the truth out of me. Abolished honesty.
I can’t escape, it’s got me. Independence dying slowly.

Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It’s eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.

In pursuit of your polished altars, you dream in presidents.
Sell your god, sell your faith, and market prices rising fast.

I never asked for this. My intentions were pure.
I never meant to enlist in the corporate music war.

Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It’s eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.

Your world is painted mint green.
You believe green is everything.

This machine has taken me away.
This machine has got me.

The corporate beast has got me. I’ve fallen in the trap.
This beast it feeds on me. I’m never coming back.

Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It’s eating me alive.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.

Wander through the city baby
Tell me what you see
Pretty lights made out of sight
Make me sweat
Make me cry

Look into the mirror baby
Ask me what I think
The way you sway-let s go play
My hands upon your curving face

No one...

Vieni, facciamo ancora un altra foto
col colombo in man ,
cos, sorridi bene senza smorfie,
lo sguardo fisso su di me
mentre conto fino a tre,
sarai contento quando poi
tua cugina lo vedr
che a Venezia siamo stati anche noi.

Tua cugina prima stata a Roma
e ce lo fa pesar,
e s viaggar si deve disse un...

Le frasi dellamore sempre uguali,
le stesse ormai per tutti,
questa stanza si annoiata
oscilla misterioso il lampadario,
ma questo secondario
e dopo tutto anche normale
il meglio che noi due sappiamo dare
chiss se labbiam dato,
forse s o forse no,
o forse ancora tutta da giocare,
umana e malandrina,
la partita, tra di noi

S, ma, pi che pensarti e...

Nazwałeś mnie kiedyś swoim płomieniem
Splatając włosy mówisz, że parzą twoje palce.
Igrałeś z ogniem rozdmuchując iskry .
I biorąc w dłonie całe jego kiście.

Rudy płomień - przetykany złotą nitką
Rude ciepło - takie bliskie mojej twarzy.
Twoje włosy rude - to wszystko .
Rude...

Są dni że wracam najebany o 6 rano
Miejskim autobusem, myślę o życiu które mi dano
Myślę o ludziach którzy wstali godzinę temu
Pobudka, to ich koniec odpoczynku od problemów
Ja wstanę pewnie koło szesnastej, napiszę tekst
Co mam pisać że chujowo jest? A przecież to wiesz
Więc napiszę że jestem kozakiem i mam wszystkich w...