

You keep your hand out
Like I owe you air
Drag me through the hours
Act like I won't care
Take a little more
Till my eyes go flat
But I see the shape of it
And I won't do that
I felt the drain
I know the game
You call it need
I call it taking
Not your machine
Not your machine
I don't run on empty
For your clean routine
Not your machine
Not your machine
You can press, you can pull
But you won't get me
I gave you good work
I gave you my time
You fed me your shortages
Then called it mine
Now every small favor
Has a hook in it
I learned how to live
With a wound that fits
I felt the drain
I know the game
You call it need
I call it taking
Not your machine
Not your machine
I don't run on empty
For your clean routine
Not your machine
Not your machine
You can press, you can pull
But you won't get me
Keep your bright little promise
Keep your practiced face
I'm not built for the break
You keep trying to place
I won't give you my fuel
I won't fold that way
I can stand in the dark
And still walk away
Not your machine
Not your machine
I don't run on empty
For your clean routine
Not your machine
Not your machine
You can press, you can pull
But you won't get me
- Lyricist
Iono Breck
- Composer
Darran Firth
- Producer
Eamon Glast
- Vocals
Iono Breck

Listen to Not Your Machine by Iono Breck
Streaming / Download
- 1
First Light on the Floor
Iono Breck
- 2
I Keep the Heat On
Iono Breck
- 3
Useful Until Silent
Iono Breck
- 4
On Call for Everyone
Iono Breck
- 5
Low Voltage Heart
Iono Breck
- 6
Paid in Quiet
Iono Breck
- 7
Hands Made for Holding Weight
Iono Breck
- 8
Nothing Left to Lift
Iono Breck
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Not Your Machine
Iono Breck
- 10
Let Me Be Useless Tonight
Iono Breck
- 11
Human Without Proof
Iono Breck
Iono Breck's debut album, Useful Until Silent, is a record of a man who kept putting his own pain aside to support other people's lives
For his lover, his family, his workplace, and society, he remained "the useful one"
Before he breaks, he begins to ask for the first time: am I only needed when I am doing something, or am I still allowed to exist on the days I can do nothing?
With a low voice, muted synths, and prayer-like soul, he sings the dignity of a person who has been used for too long