Man-Made Machines

Man-Made Machines - Matthew Mayfield

I've got my heart set on the way

This world it shines shimmers and pays

If I'm just a soul stuck in a cage

I sure as hell like the estate

This ain't no heart that you could redeem

I'm just a criminal fleeing the scene

My heart is cold and locked in the sea

I'm hoping God can throw me the key

And we line up we line up in America

In America

We line up line up in America in America

To summon man-made machines

To silence the screams

Of the children in our dreams

Entire souls out on the line

A cigarette is burning some time

If I am lost and I am no guide

Like Eddie said I'm by your side

And we line up we line up in America

In America

We line up line up in America in America

To summon man-made machines

To silence the screams

Of the children in our dreams

And we watch as God-fearing men

Open the gates

Just to close them in our face

Just to close them in our face

To summon man-made machines

To silence the screams

Of the children in our dreams

And we watch as God-fearing men

Open the gates

Just to close them in our face

Just to close them in our face