Could it be the aliens
You've got a gun to point the blame
Little bugs are creeping in
You going to put them in their place
All alone inside this machine
Love is everywhere
But you can't feel it
Spinning wheels and pumping steel
You've got a plan to crush their bones
Everyone is tuning in
Going to watch it all explode
All alone inside this machine
Love is everywhere
But you can't feel it
Let me out of here