X-Machine Day has arrived painting skies red New session has begun Everyday’s ritual: coffee, toast, cigarette ... One day of thousands alike Another day, another run Routine is sucking me down, down Wake-up call may never ring There is no way out Time has relapsed turning life into doze Cloned days are standing in line Everyday’s ritual: job, money, bank One day of thousands alike No way out! Hell Yeah! No way out! Day has departed turning screen black Workstation on STANDBY Everyday’s ritual: chips, beer, cigarette One life of thousands alike Our lives are planned and programmed We schedule days and years There is no change in program The only virus keep it lit Routine is killing softly All of we ever dreamed Now we becoming slowly Heartless organic X-Machine