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I am the machine that feeds you
That dresses you, that combs you, that makes you feel good
I I I I am the monster that takes you to work
That spoils you, that fattens you, that makes you vomit

And now what are you going to do
Are you going to answer

I am the music you have to listen to
That you consume and produce from below and backwards
I I I I am the day that you have to fill
The belly that tightens you and makes you suspicious

And now what are you going to do
Are you going to answer

I am the machine that feeds you
That dresses you, that combs you, that makes you feel good
I I I I am the monster that takes you to work
That spoils you, that fattens you, that makes you vomit

And now what are you going to do
Are you going to answer