Lyrics
We're primite abolition
Like a hobbyist of deranged proportion
Or the wait is yours and we've failed again
The fleshy existance you keep to yourself,
Insecure
[Chorus]
We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, we meant some
Machines of joy, we meant some
We are a vision of extraordinary contorsion
An athletic form of home distortion
And the trial it shows, we loose again
The fleshy existance you keep to yourself,
Insecure
[Chorus]
We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, we meant some
Machines of joy, we meant some
You are a vision, you are a vision, a vision
Tell me what he said, it doesn't really matter
Just tell me what he said, and I don't really care
It's only what he said,
We can make it back to
Tell me what he said, no I don't really care
Help is on the way, help is on the way
Help is on the way, we all go
[Chorus]
We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, we meant some
Machines of joy, we meant some.
