(prayer-like whispering, getting louder…)
I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
I’m a slave of the machine
and it is mean
a mean machine
I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
I even confess it
long ago I have even done my bit
but nothing changes
I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
a sin is a sin
and this is one
I ask myself was it at least fun?
what ever I might or might not have done?
I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
I am now well used to use the machine
it gives the the illusion of pleasure
a lot of trash, or a hope of very rarely an occasional tiny treasure
and of course the machine really is using me
oh yes, I see
I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain