gears

Miss May I

Once again being here recovering over and over
Torn from inside from every direction
Uncontrolled creations of the entire whole

Making us just a device for you
Making us someone to be abused
Making us desperate
Making us desperate and confused

Our gears are wearing down, down to nothing, because of you

Oh the feeling of being machines. [x2]
Created for you

Our gears are wearing down, down to nothing, because of you. [x2]

Our gears are wearing down, down to nothing... [x2]