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.
