Emily Barker – Machine
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Machine

I made the world a place easier for me
Money in my pockets over centuries
I'm a celebrated sinner with statues in the park
This world I made is harder the more your skin is dark

I covered all my tracks in books on history
Justified my actions through anthropology
I chose what to remember and what we should forget
I covered all my tracks in your blood and sweat

This machine runs on its own
[Cut the brakes, grab the wheel
This machine runs on its own

Since 1865 everyone is free
But I still get my labour complimentary
Who is working in the prisons now?
Look and you will see
That in 1865 I disguised slavery

This machine runs on its own
[Cut the brakes, grab the wheel
This machine runs on its own
[Trip the wire, melt the steel
This machine runs on its own
But a crack has appeared, it keeps me up at night
There are whispers, there are shouts and I fear the wolf will bite
I’ve been a bully and a sinner now I'm on the way out
For the world I made is harder the more your skin is dark

This machine runs on its own
[Cut the brakes, grab the wheel
This machine runs on its own
[Trip the wire, melt the steel
This machine runs on its own
[Cut the brakes, grab the wheel
This machine runs on its own

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