This Machine

The restoration went ahead

Pouring out the molten lead

Shaping the monuments

To all the usless dead



Now they're lighting up the big searchlights

Trying to widen out the night

Filling up the empty space

So nothing can escape



This machine is gonna crack

hmmm-mmm-mmm



In dead centre of the fog

There's glass walls and spitting dogs

Past the sentries on the walls

And the houses of the dogs



We found out where the light begins

Saw where the planes come in

Crashing down at a hundred thousand knots

And landing on their backs



This machine is gonna crack

hmmm-mmm-mmm

This machine is gonna crack

hmmm-mmm-mmm



And as they pull the fucker's shirt

You feel they're tightening your gut

Ankles dressed, feet and fists

Started to float apart



And they're winding down as the camera rolls

Rising up on rocking shores

The laughter is a roaring storm

Waiting to attack



This machine is gonna crack

This machine is gonna crack