The motor powers on, making it out to be
Mechanical debris as far as I can see
Big pile of scrap beneath leak in the air we breath
Out from the wrecking ball is where we come to be
There is an enemy walking across the line
Infiltrating every part that you can buy
Corrupting everything, there is no place to hide
The hydraulic press is where we come to die
Immortals come to die
(Compress)
Press
Take my pain away
Press
Take the life out of me
There is no gratitude when you're stuck in between
Infinite universe and flickers on the screen
Eternal suffering not only made you mean
But since you walked the walk you turned into machine
Robotic tendency's taking control so far
Transcend humanity don't seem to be so hard
So let the compression turn all your insides out
Become a part of the bionic scrapyard
Bionic scrapyard
(Compress)
Press
Take my pain away
Press
Take the life out of me
Press
Take it all away
Press
Take the life out of me
Press!
Bionic scrapyard
Press
Compress!