Moving Parts Lyrics

Pull the plug, pour gasoline on the circuit board
Make sure that all of their future transmissions fail
Melt all the buttons, cut all the wires that lead to another
Tie them together to make a glorified bow

We should plan out our escape
We all let this build up
It's partly my fault
You're their market
Run away
This engine runs off weak minds that will not grow

What's that hint of accomplishment
You so often would lean against as your crutch
Pay no attention to far off sparks you see in the dark, dark snow capped hills
It's just your machine I killed