作词 : Coomes A machine came knocking at my door Lost & alone; hungry for oil. I could see he wouldn't get too far Shape of a man; soul of a car. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable. What I see & what I think I hear Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear. A machine will never have to feel. I know it's fake but pretend that it's real. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable
作词 : Coomes A machine came knocking at my door Lost & alone; hungry for oil. I could see he wouldn't get too far Shape of a man; soul of a car. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable. What I see & what I think I hear Clouds in my eye; rust in my ear. A machine will never have to feel. I know it's fake but pretend that it's real. Soon we'll all be dead. It makes me feel so comfortable
