World Machine

Spindles turn in the rooms, Engines roar to the tune, Stoke the fire, overkill Turning cycle, it's overdue Time's running out Running so fast The pressure is on We're on overdrive Wheels seize to a halt Labor silent to no groove Suck on pulls me, override Inside out, on overdrive World machine, engines burn Fuel diseased, take me back World machine, engines dead Can't you see. Silence falls in the womb Mechanical soil starts to move Quench the fire, overuse There's no pity, there's no use Tears run to the soil Blood entwines to be one Stoke the fire, it's overdue Bearing fruit as we smile.