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.