[Intro] [Grinding industrial percussion, slow mechanical waltz rhythm] [Heavy brass swells] [Verse 1] [Booming Baritone] Down in the dark where the oil runs deep. Down where the citizens never can peep. I am the stomach, the lung, and the heart. I am the master who forces the start. [Pre-Chorus] [Building orchestral strings] The wheels must turn. The fires must burn. [Chorus] [Booming Baritone with menacing brass] The Engine is hungry, the Engine is cold! It needs to be fed with the young and the old! The rhythm of iron, the pounding of steel! You are just a cog in the teeth of the wheel! Feed the machine! Keep it clean! [Verse 2] [Booming Baritone] You think you have choices, you think you are free. But all of your futures belong to me. The town is a toy on a delicate string. I pull on the lever, I listen to it sing! [Pre-Chorus] [Building orchestral strings] The wheels must turn. The fires must burn. [Chorus] [Booming Baritone with menacing brass] The Engine is hungry, the Engine is cold! It needs to be fed with the young and the old! The rhythm of iron, the pounding of steel! You are just a cog in the teeth of the wheel! [Bridge] [Tempo speeds up slightly, frantic industrial noise] More! I need more! Hear the furnace roar! Every second, every hour, Feed me all the power! [Outro] [Dramatic crescendo, heavy brass] The Engine is hungry! And it will be fed! [End]
