| Song | The Art Of Killing A Copy Machine |
| Artist | Training for Utopia |
| Album | Throwing A Wrench |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |