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.