The machine came along, really not that long ago
It can tell you how you die, but do you really want to know?
Printed on a little paper your death in big block letters
Now that you know your death, do you really feel much better?
You might know the how but you don’t know the when or why
You basically know what everyone knows, that one day you will die

It is just a bit of pressure on your finger tip that the needle will apply
It is just a drop of blood that is required, that is all you need to give
You want the machine of death to tell you how you will die
But the real question you should be asking is how you will live?

The test, my friend is what you do now with this knowledge
Do you see the world, do you hide away, do you maybe go to college?
Do you use this info to live in fear, does it give you freedom to be alive?
Will you let the machine’s answer take you down or with it will you thrive?
I guess that answers up to you my friend, now go forth and be complete
Death will come to everyone one day the only question is how you meet

It is just a bit of pressure on your finger tip that the needle will apply
It is just a drop of blood that is required, that is all you need to give
You want the machine of death to tell you how you will die
But the real question you should be asking is how you will live?

You prediction may seem to you quite clear, it might make perfect sense
But you can never be quite sure you should stay on your best defense
Sometimes the answer that you get can really be quiet poetic
Which frankly one should expect from something so prophetic
But sometimes the answers you get can be almost downright demonic
Because my friend, the last thing you want is for your death to be ironic

It is just a bit of pressure on your finger tip that the needle will apply
It is just a drop of blood that is required, that is all you need to give
You want the machine of death to tell you how you will die
But the real question you should be asking is how you will live?