The Governor

Machine: Deicide

It’s simple and numb

Stuck on automatic,

It’s a blind dealer - a wide-eyed addict

We’ve allowed for a wheel of loss and desire

Now there’s no way to put out the fire.

Yea we’re all just rollin’ - high on some junk

Automatic lava, deicide monk

A hall full of kids trying to deal with their guilt

But the echo of the hall is automatically built

And it’s alright.

Find yourself and look back

No one else will

We’ve created a monster and it’s ready to build

The young one’s a trigger, with a bad habit

She’s a blind nun, cruelest in static

Yea the past’s just running, high on a stick

Meaning is useless when given to the sick

A hall full of kids automatically built

So the edge of the hall is ready to kill you, alright

And it’s alright (with you)

Alarm is going off

Oh can’t you hear

Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear

Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile

Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

On automatic dial

Alarm is going off

Oh can’t you hear

Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear

Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile

Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial

Yea we’re all just rolling

The mothers have sunk

All the blood’s hidden in the Governor’s trunk

They keep you in a hall with all of your ilk

To echo the title of the trunk that they built : “it’s alright”

And it’s alright (with you)