Call me down, the time is here | |
Reminding you to slow the wheel | |
Now, nearing the end of the day | |
Look, never a moment too soon, or late | |
Count the hours, the weeks, the days | |
Forcing nature's slow decay | |
Here, as we look down on you there | |
You, falling on into your web of despair | |
Man you had it all your own way | |
Now, salvaging blocks of decay | |
(Clean the scene) | |
(Change machines) |