The motor powers on, making it out to be Mechanical debris as far as I can see Big pile of scrap beneath leak in the air we breath Out from the wrecking ball is where we come to be There is an enemy walking across the line Infiltrating every part that you can buy Corrupting everything, there is no place to hide The hydraulic press is where we come to die Immortals come to die (Compress) Press Take my pain away Press Take the life out of me There is no gratitude when you're stuck in between Infinite universe and flickers on the screen Eternal suffering not only made you mean But since you walked the walk you turned into machine Robotic tendency's taking control so far Transcend humanity don't seem to be so hard So let the compression turn all your insides out Become a part of the bionic scrapyard Bionic scrapyard (Compress) Press Take my pain away Press Take the life out of me Press Take it all away Press Take the life out of me Press! Bionic scrapyard Press Compress!