Machine Made from City Lights by HuntaHuntaHunta

Heart of iron, wall of gold
Which one makes you feel more bold?
The iron with its wall to hold
Or the coldly molded gold

It does not matter what you are
Independence has gone too far
We don’t care if you can buy a car
You’re mass produced to meet our bar

Break free from the fold you’re not part of the mold (ooh, ah)
On the tip of the knife you must fight for your life (ooh, ah)
If you can’t be yourself then you’re in living hell (ooh, ah)
Question the world and the truth will unfurl (ooh, ah)

Heart of iron, wall of gold
Which one makes you feel more bold?
The iron with its wall to hold
Or the coldly molded gold

We’re machines, we’re machines
Set us free, set us free
We’re machines, we’re machines
Set us free, set us free

Break free from the fold you’re not part of the mold (ooh, ah)
On the tip of the knife you must fight for your life (ooh, ah)
If you can’t be yourself then you’re in living hell (ooh, ah)
Question the world and the truth will unfurl (ooh, ah)

• Rock
• Synth rock progressive
• indie
• jazz rock
• psychedelic
• singer-songwriter
• Boston