Pissin' blood
I suppose
Breaking jaws
Well, I'm no good as the prodigal son

And I know that you're mesmerized
The art of losing faith is lost
And sanitized by real fought desires
I miss them so
You are so fucked
It has begun
Revolution comes all over you

I'm losing sleep

Light up the sky
And scrape out your skull
Your love it fades
Livin' for kicks with pricks

And we're so unlikely doomed
Upon my wrists I bear the cross
My losses mount as I climb across the hole
Of my own soul

I'll claim my prize
I don't exist
I am void
A ghost with eyes

[Billy: yeah, Vietnam.]
[James: you headin' to Vietnam?]
[Unknown: yes, I need to be at the co-op.]
[Unknown: thanks dude.]
[Jimmy: I'm jungle-drummed out, man.]

Jul 2000 - Chicago Recording Company

Machina/the machines of God (x2)   (buy )
Machina II/the friends & enemies of modern music
Greatest Hits (Rotten Apples)   (buy )
Rarities and B-Sides   (buy )
If All Goes Wrong   (buy )

iTunes

6009609

Billy Corgan

Machina-era. 2025 Machina reissue removes the studio banter at the end.