Ex-Machina

Deciding when and what I could say, neurotic
Watching every step away, psychotic
My beliefs belong to me, exception
No institutions to rein the man, progression, unwanted

But through it, I can see a happy end
With this bottle of holy blood, drinking every night
Yeah through it, I can’t see a happy end
Cause my water it’s already turned into wine

Restricting what my eyes can see, censoring
Hearing just what I’m allowed, controlling
Follow every rule I may, automatic
I take myself and get away
I take myself and break the way

Through it, I can see a happy end
With this bottle of holy blood, drinking every night
Yeah through it, I can see a happy end
Cause my water it’s already turned into wine

Took a step within my intuition
Take much distance as I can do
A joke I’ll never, ever, ever get
I take a breath, take a break
And break

Through it, I can see a happy end
With this bottle of tasty blood, sucking every drop through the night
Yeah, through it I can see a happy end
‘Cause my water
It’s already turned into wine