I’ll take you down- down where the river flows,

To a beautiful meadow where nobody knows you;

Listen now – how – before it goes,

I died on the inside before the caw crows;

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I see how you want me to be,

A pretty little pink thing wrapped up in cellophane;

I won’t be what you want me to be,

Your little fucking machine – force me in the church scene;

Your god is my satan to be,

Waiting on the front line – I know he’s coming some time;

Your hell is my heaven to be,

Walking up the stairs with a smile for many years;

I’ll take you down – down to the silver dove,

Why the angles cry and nobody loves you;

But the loud sound of a child’s pray,

He looks to the sky but nobody’s there;

Chorus

Machine killed the man – in – side of my heart,

Nothing left now but what the crow picked apart;

It’s really sad now but the knife wasn’t sharp,

I got shot down with the sound of a harp;

Chorus