A machine came knocking at my door
Lost and alone, hungry for oil
I could see he wouldn't get too far
Shape of a man, soul of a car
Soon we'll all be dead
It makes me feel so comfortable
What I see and what I think I hear
Clouds in my eye, rust in my ear
A machine will never have to feel
I know it's fake but pretend that it's real
Soon we'll all be dead
It makes me feel so comfortable