Soundaze - Not A Machine

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[Hook: DayWu Xin] I trust myself I cut myself And thread their thoughts right outta my head If love myself Meant fuck myself The unseen hand Said work ‘til I’m dead But I’m not a machine I’m not a machine I’m not a machine I’m not Hypnotic machine Psychotic machine I’m not a machine Mix some love And some blood And some mud And a shove With the feeling of Making real resolve Make the real evolve Makes a soul [Verse 1: DayWu Xin] First off one sec Like path I set Like pyrotech Soundaze is fire Burst off the set Like flash or jet My deck is set with ire They offer specs Of trash objects The debts and threats provider But I’m no number I’m a Sun Have you ever been judged Ever been crushed Ever lost trust Ever felt down Well I did Have you ever fell down Well I did Have you ever been Have you ever felt pushed By the never in touch Is it ever discussed Have you ever messed up Well I did But still we stand up Like I did Do it all again [Hook] I trust myself I cut myself And thread their thoughts right outta my head If love myself Meant fuck myself The unseen hand Said work ‘til I’m dead But I’m not a machine I’m not a machine I’m not a machine I’m not Hypnotic machine Psychotic machine I’m not a machine Mix some love And some blood And some mud And a shove With the feeling of Making real resolve Make the real evolve Makes a soul [Verse 2: Love, Pax] I’m in my room I shut the door I’m in the dark I can’t be moved no No No I need restart I need these drugs I’m breaking down It’s doom and gloom out It’s doom and gloom out I eat this news I smell the musk We cannot trust The money bruise us It’ll soon consume us I’ll make a fuss We all fed up Why we in a rush ‘Cause we may lose this Yes we may lose this [Hook] I trust myself I cut myself And thread their thoughts right outta my head If love myself Meant fuck myself The unseen hand Said work ‘til I’m dead But I’m not a machine I’m not a machine I’m not a machine I’m not Hypnotic machine Psychotic machine I’m not a machine Mix some love And some blood And some mud And a shove With the feeling of Making real resolve Make the real evolve Makes a soul [Outro: Love, Pax] Went from yearning to teach To setting AI free For ourselves we do not think Leave it all unto A black hole machine And I lost my soul But I’m not a machine
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