Training For Utopia — The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine lyrics

Lyrics

You could never do this
Remember who gave this to you
I was there when you held the notepad
When you committed it all to memory
Only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart
Stop singing my song
Stop cheapening my words
You haven’t raised a naive foot from your cage
Your lack of everything speaks volume in no words
And now you point every finger at me That I haven’t done my job
Your working overtime with no results
So now I am pointing the fingers