Machine from Folk Dance by Dog Explosion

Machine


The planet ground it's distanced cheek
Scraping the barrel of disbeliefs
And flesh from the bone of the new machine
The cult of disease allowed to breath

They climbed head first into stinking holes
On the trail of their idols' filthy souls
As the platforms burned and their games changed
For flag-waving cross-bearing dragon slayers

The machine is
Shutting down
The machine is healing
The wounded crowd

The hollow earth's engine accelerates
And the old world king unlocks His gates
Leading private armies to the sterile zone
His inner earth engine is uncontrolled

His mast rose quickly from the rabbit hole
Infecting and connecting the misinformed
Injecting the fifth generation code
In the private groups of the immunised herd

The machine is
Locking down
The machine is shielding
The infected crowd


Aaaaaaah
Ah

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