The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine (Throwing A Wrench Album Version)

The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine (Throwing A Wrench Album Version) - Training For Utopia

You could never do this

Remember who this is to you

I was there when you held the notepad

When you panic faded it all to memory

Only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart

Stop singing my songs

Stop cheapening my words

You haven't raised a naive foot from your cage

Your lack of everything speaks volumes in no words

And now you point every finger at me

That I haven't done my job

You're working overtime with no results

So now I am pointing the fingers

You could never do this

Bite the hand that feeds you

Built before everyone wanted a piece

You could never do this

Never