(Verse 1) Cogs are turning in the city of the sun But down below the shadows, we come undone We trade our flesh for silver, trade our air for dust In the grand machine, we rust, we rust. (Chorus) Oh, the clockwork heart beats a broken time A golden city built on silent crime Above the clouds they fly, they soar, they dream While we drown in the toxic, purple stream Can you hear the gears grinding, or are you too far gone? (Verse 2) They talk of progress, they talk of the light We only see the darkness of the endless night The high-tech magic buzzes, a pretty blue glow But it's fueled by the fires we started below. (Bridge) One half builds the future, the other half just burns When will the great wheel turn, when will it learn? We're tired of waiting, tired of the rust In the grand machine, we'll bust, we'll bust.
