breathe in breathe out
tied to a wheel fingers got to fell
i spin on a whim i stide to the right
i fell you like electric light
for our love
for our fear
for our rise against the years and years and years
got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red machinehead
and i watk from my machine
i walk from my machine
deaf dumb and thirty
starting to deserve this
leaning on my conscience wall
blood is take wine
unconscous all the time
i hed it att again
i'd change it att