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• Artiste: Mark Tremonti
• Titre: A Dying Machine
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You're no true soul, you'll never be Man-made device, you've haunted me You're built to serve, to calculate You're built to love, to overtake Stay with me for I would never ever leave you Hold my hand for I would never ever let it see an end Oh, you are mine, oh, I could never ever leave you behind Oh, stay with me for I would never ever leave you Look at you now, you're a dying machine Cold and disfigured, corrupted, diseased Again, you've come back, oh, I'll die in this place Mechanical cradle, synthetic embrace You're a dying machine, you're a dying machine The years go by, you follow me Manufactured eyes see everything Your corroding core degenerates Programmed to love and terminate Oh, I must stay for I could never ever turn your love away Oh, you're the one for I could never ever see your love undone I'm not your fool and I could never ever say a thing so cruel So, stay with me 'cause I am never ever gonna leave you Look at you now, you're a dying machine Cold and disfigured, corrupted, diseased Again, you've come back, oh, I'll die in this place Mechanical cradle, synthetic embrace You're a dying machine, you're a dying machine You're a dying machine, you're a dying machine As deep as any ocean Like the promise of the morning sun, never ending, never done The skin of my devotion I crave until we love again, follow to the bitter end Like walking in a nightmare A travesty, a shell born dead, fabricated, interbred Relentless as you like it Never ending, never gone Never changing, never done Never changing, never done Look at you now, you're a dying machine Cold and disfigured, corrupted, diseased Again, you've come back, oh, I'll die in this place Mechanical cradle, synthetic embrace You're a dying machine, you're a dying machine You're a dying machine, you're a dying machine