BUSH- MACHINEHEAD

Breath in, breath out
tied to a wheel, my fingers got to feel
i spin on a whim, i slam to the right
i felt you like electric light
for our love
for our fear
for the rise against the eyars and years and years
got a machinehead
better than all the rest
green to red
machinehead
and i walk from my machine
i walk from my machine
deaf dumb dirty
starting to deserve this
leaning on my conscious wall
blood is like wine
unconscious all the time
if i had it all again,
i'd change it all
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