The corporate beast has got me. I
This beast it feeds on me. I
You
I can
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
In pursuit of your polished altars, you dream in presidents.
Sell your god, sell your faith, and market prices rising fast.
I never asked for this. My intentions were pure.
I never meant to enlist in the corporate music war.
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
Your world is painted mint green.
You believe green is everything.
This machine has taken me away.
This machine has got me.
The corporate beast has got me. I
This beast it feeds on me. I
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
It
Welcome to the Machine
Welcome to the Machine
Sell out your life or die.
