10. Machine

Bring out baser instincts

Inside lies the machine

Sleeps tight, forever dreams

The grids assemble

Balance, patience and fears

Retract, settling the scheme

To spread over the seed

For many years to come

 

Hey you, would you lead the way

Hey you, has the road been paved

 

Our days are done

Blessed are the sinners

These days are gone

Blessed are the sinners

 

Inside lies the machine

Built from human ordeals

Sleeps tight forever dreams

Unwinding circles

Triggered by the sound of screams

The rightful son of man

Creates deceptive routine

Fevered ensemble

 

Our days are done

Blessed are the sinners

These days are gone

Blessed are the sinners