Machine from Bloom by Hattie Whitehead

I am being fed a machine
Ingesting lies that hide the cruelty
Some of you won’t see what I mean
But if you’re too blind to see the inside of a damaged broken mind

You’re missing the problem
Your heart cannot be opened
You’re drunk and they are sober
As others fall, you’ll climb
But on your throne alone you’ll die

Does money gain the same as love?
Will growth just overthrow the others?
Can you feel beneath your skin?
If you can’t see the anxiety then you’re just too lost to see

That you’re missing the problem
Your heart cannot be opened
You’re drunk and they are sober
As others fall, you’ll climb
But on your throne alone you’ll die

You’re missing the problem
Your heart cannot be opened
As others fall, you’ll climb
But on your throne alone you’ll die

I am being fed a machine
I am being fed a machine
I am being fed a machine
I am being fed a machine

• Alternative
• Folk
• acoustic folk
• contemporary
• London