The
Never ceasing
Ever moving
Master pleasing machine
Cranks out dollar bills
With workers popping pills
Up late at night through wind and rain
Hamster wheels chalk full of cocaine
Can't stop, won't stop, don't stop running
Do not pause; the masters coming
Kicking cogs who can't compare
For shiny gears and the paint they wear
Setting screws to the side
In dirty corners and shadows to hide
Spit out by the unholy machine
That cost their greasy lives