The Clean Machine Songtext
von The Grand Silent System

At random your cliches will invite
Over parody to bite your merit

Hello mine, what′s all this talk of keeping
This belongs
Remedies pine for brides
As it happens
Inch by inch
Stitch in time
This is a meeting
My aisles of eyes
Needles and pins
Stick in

At random your cliches will invite
Over parody to bite your merit


Unlike others keeping disance
We cut, we taper
Through voices scissored
This disguise of such divorce is bleeding
Into all and anything I could find
It will spill
It will

At random your cliches will invite
Over parody to bite your merit
Clean machine
Clean machine

This is the standard
The discipline
Of ordinary
Ominous
I cannot contend when things keep changing
It didn't grow
Didn′t dissipate
A lonely Monday at a loss
Can I remember the shape
Apparrently it was your face
Will it continue to make amends?
It no longer functions without work
So bad tidings to your baptist
The teacher now apprentice
We withdraw