[Music by Wagner/Schroeder, lyrics by Wagner]
Life means being perfect day by day I need somebody's help to get away They don't want you, they want your pay
Machinery - destroying what I want to be Machinery - there's nothing that you get for free
Reporters work for those who pay them well The top priority is just to sell If you don't play the game, you'll die
Machinery - doesn't care about you and me Machinery - got no choice at all
The public wants to be fed with big lies Illusions, images and big dreams Turns fools into kings, let genies die meanwhile The glory's half as bright as it seems to be
Why don't you really love the things you do? No matter what it is, it won't be true You sold your honour for the gold
Machinery - destroying what I want to be Machinery - got no choice at all Machinery - there's nothing that you get for free Machinery - hear the salesman's call