Lyric 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
Labour silent to no groove
Suckon 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.