Front Line Assembly - Machine Slave

Pretty faces all lined up Strutting all their corporate stuff Like token puppets they dance around Devouring this valuable sound Star eyed people wait for a turn Only to see it's just a burn Spike the bass In your face Smell the dust Grind the rust Mega dope Mega beat Winding down that tarnished road Truthful stories never told The price they pay The seconds of fame This game we play The ultimate way Broken promises Fashionable hope This big illusiom One big joke Plastic people living a dream Sell their soul to make the scene Mega dope Mega beat Mega fake