Assimilate and fall in line Or live your life a stereotype Swallow your pride just to survive Fight the standards or lay down and die This is your life In the machine You give it blood You make it breathe There's no way out, no end in sight Embrace your fate or wallow in strife This depression is real, it is not a disease You can die on your feet or live on your knees This is your life In the machine You give it blood You make it breathe Living life in chains you're as good as dead Accepting these ideas that they crammed in your head Question everything and question yourself You can't trust a soul in this manmade hell This is your life In the machine You give it blood You make it breathe