rhythm junks (The)
The Machine
When the machine pumps in your head and all you taste is red
As the machine pumps in your head, all you taste is red
The trigger of her sweat and all the things she says
Trigger of her sweat and all your logic's dead
Aah, ah ah ah, aah, ah ah ah, aah (x2)
Your whole life in a sec
There ain't no turning back
So many things unsaid
So many thoughts unpacked
Aah, ah ah ah, aah, ah ah ah, aah (x2)
The longer that you wait
The more it operates
The longer that you wait
The more it operates
Is the slightest whim of fate
Enough to make you break?
Aah, ah ah ah, aah, ah ah ah, aah (x2)
And all you taste is red
When the machine pumps
When the machine pumps (x2)
And all you taste is red
When the machine pumps in your head
All you taste is red
The machine pumps in your head
From Paroles Mania