I, The Throw Away

Made a man out of me
A Killing machine
Your baby\'s going to die
Ma, your baby\'s coming home

Your know they put a man on the moon
Simply to prove that we all need some place to go
Where we\'re not known
Where we\'re not

And to a lesser degree
I can recall breathing easy
But the deficit rolls
Built up I suppose

Picking up the pieces
Of another fucked up reason
For selling off some freedom
That was never free

Never absolutely
Never absolutely

Made a mess out of me
A killing machine
Sometimes when I need them
If I look hard enough to see them I can find my feet

'Cause I push against gravity
In and out of having them
Been led by defeat
So one more time\'s all I\'ll need