Ain't that just typhical It's all been said and done, go be someone who's great See the world surrounds us You fight to clear away your day It's almost biblical The way we sell our soul to get something that fails Gun machines surrounds us It's just the way we love it ♪ Go face your critical I just keep coughing blood, my eyes can't see no more See the world surrounds us You're looking through my open sore It's almost biblical The way we scream for help and try to wake the dead The machine surrounds us It's just the way we love it