Текст (слова) песни «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.