Turn on the Machine

Standing in the cold Doing what I'm told But it's finally midnight There's nobody in sight I go into my own world And leave the other behind Turn on the machine Put on a CD Let it play, let it sing It isn't human It wasn't born for destruction or with hatred Just for CD playing Turn on the Machine Let it cure the hole In your soul It creates harmony With no money Let it sing for the heart From machine The machine isn't human It won't betray But its no cupid I can't leave without it I don't plan on ditching it This machine plays music Doesn't play with you Or put a spell on you It's works for usage Not for your love I need this machine to live Keeps my innocence of a kid Even If I did grow It won't really show Because I turned on the machine