Training For Utopia - The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine 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