The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts.
I’m afraid the room has cleared and last call passed.

She takes my coat and heads for the door.
We share a cigarette and listen to sirens.
I’m empty but smiling.

The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts.
I’m afraid the room has cleared and last call passed.

Staggering in the dark with keys in hand.
Grip the wheel and take the road.
Let’s fly one last time my love.

The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts.
I’m afraid the room has cleared and last call passed.

God-damned rain, always pouring…
What the hell you doing?
You’ve hit something hard in the dark and the glass is a web.

The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts.
I’m afraid the room has cleared and last call passed.

I’m a murderer without feeling.
Wake up dear, wake up! Talk!
You always wanted to go away and now you’re gone.

The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts.
I’m afraid the room has cleared and last call passed.

Graveside and sober.
Eyes full of fire and pain.
Friends console a killer and the priest says a word of comfort.

The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts.
I’m afraid the room has cleared and last call passed.


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