Ashton Nyte

Lyrics

Test Subject number 12
Holding on for the media surprise
Obsession of the self
Stealing your dreams and killing the light inside

Test subject on the shelf
The institution is oh so well contrived
One world, designer hell
Selling us something, selling us something

Welcome, all my medicated friends
All lined up and into the machine
Oh welcome, you won’t leave until you’re sent
All dressed up and into the machine
Machine

Test subject painted black
We promise that you will not feel a thing
Another dose, another knife in the back
Deliver you from what your future brings

Test subject down on the floor
We’ve got the rope to help you fit right in
Pledge allegiance to the Media Whore
Selling you something, selling you something

Welcome, all my medicated friends
All lined up and into the machine
Oh welcome, you won’t leave until you’re sent
All dressed up and into the machine
Machine

Test Subject number 12
Holding on for the media surprise
Obsession of the self
Stealing your dreams and killing the light inside
Oh

Oh welcome, all my medicated friends
All lined up and into the machine
Oh welcome, you won’t leave until you’re sent
All dressed up and into the machine

This is your life so live it
This is your life so live it
This is your life so don’t give in
This is your life so live it
This is your life so live it
This is your life so don’t give in
To the machine
To the machine

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Outside we hear music playing
Shapes rise from the sound
Choosing a new messiah
As another hits the ground

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From the album This Alchemy by The Awakening
Music and lyrics by Ashton Nyte
Published by Intervention Arts / ASCAP (2021)