machines pt. 1 lyrics – o’brother

is this what you wanted? eat, breed, repeat. populate and
decease. and take it all.
trade living for a living. measure your worth in flesh
and blood.
i could be your contact in a place of your design, with
the grace of wounded lions
i could be your absolute; i could be your sign
i could be your written lie

all this time that i’ve been given i squandered in my own
all my breath never intended to be used to change your
i found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
i’ll just stack these points of view until one gives out
i wont hold my breath
oh god, i should have figured

all this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted

i should have figured that this would be happening now

/ obrother lyrics