You hear the sound
when all noise clears
the steady grind
of turning gears
the rustling as
our world goes past
timeless creation
born to last

And drums of time
pound a steady beat
complex contraptions
made complete
the soundless roar
as everything turns
your soul it soothes
your mind it burns

The machines holding reality together
They are steady, grinding on
The machines have been turning forever
There can be nothing wrong

But in your head
thoughts without form
give you the feeling
that something's torn
odd sensations
running through your being
could it be that things
are just not how they seem

Did you just hear
the tiniest crack
was it really there
you can't go back
did something go
a way not planned
or are you just
starting to understand

The machines holding reality together
They are steady, grinding on
The machines have been turning forever
There can be nothing wrong

The machines holding reality together
They are steady, grinding on
The machines have been turning forever
How could something be wrong?

Machines
machines
machines
machines
Is there something wrong?

Machines
machines
machines
They've all gone wrong

They've gone wrong

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