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.