[INTRO — 8 BARS — INSTRUMENTAL] [Two muted Les Pauls, interlocking left/right riffs] [Crisp live kit, metallic strike every third beat] [Short steam hiss every fourth beat] [Deep Polivoks oscillator slowly emerges] [MALE — DEEP, DRY, SPOKEN] Factory closed in nineteen 93 Nobody told the machines. [VERSE 1 — LOW BARITONE, RESTRAINED] Thirty years without a light Pistons moving through the night Rust and iron, oil and steam Something living in the machine [DESCENDING VOCAL GLISSANDO] Down... Down... Be-loooooow... [HBC 1 — HARD GLITCHED VOCAL CHOPS] TIK-TIK-TIK SHH-SHH-SHH THREE-THREE-THREE ERROR FOUR-OH-FOUR ME-ME-MECHANICAL ME-ME-MEMORY ST-ST-STEAM MA-MA-MACHINERY [INSTRUMENTAL — 8 BARS] [Les Pauls exchange short muted riffs] [Polivoks answers with deep downward portamento] [Dry live snare, metallic impacts, rhythmic steam bursts] [VERSE 2 — BARITONE, QUIET AND MENACING] No instructions, no command No more workers on the land Still the wheels remember why Still the smoke climbs to the sky (sky, sky, sky, sky, sky, sky,sky, sky, sky,sky, sky, sky,sky, sky, sky,) [DESCENDING VOCAL GLISSANDO] Lo-o-o-ower... Lo-o-o-ower... Undergrouuuuund... [INSTRUMENTAL — 16 BARS] [Two guitars develop syncopated counter-riffs] [Polivoks resonant filter slowly opens] [Metallic strikes and steam hiss become increasingly prominent] [Hard drum fill, sudden half-time collapse] [Beautiful dark analogue chord progression] [VERSE 3 — MALE, DEADPAN, CLOSE-MIKED] I went inside at half past three The clock was waiting there for me I asked the foreman, who smelt like he was already dead He looked at me and slowly said... [COMPLETE SILENCE] [MALE — WHISPERED] You're late. [HBC 2 — EXPLOSIVE MACHINE CHANT] CL-CL-CLOCK IN! CLOCK-CLOCK-CLOCK IN! THIRTY YEARS! AND WE'RE STILL HERE! CH-CH-CHANGE SHIFT! SHIFT-SHIFT-SHIFT! IRON HEART! DIGITAL DRIFT! [FINAL INSTRUMENTAL — 16 BARS] [Full super-wide cinematic soundstage] [Both Les Pauls riff in exact rhythmic opposition] [Polivoks performs long descending filter glides] [Crisp punchy live kit, explosive tom fills] [Metallic third-beat strikes, fourth-beat steam hisses] [Unexpected harmonic modulation] [Enormous mechanical crescendo] [FINAL VERSE — QUIET, LOW BARITONE] Thirty years without a sound Thirty years beneath the ground I turned around to find the door There wasn't any anymore [MALE — DRY SPOKEN] Apparently, I'm on permanent nights. There goes my love life [END]
