Crank the knob,
And listen to the wurrs of gears.
Wait for the tiny red factory to begin pumping out the thick black smoke.
It's your lifeline,
It's your poison.
And every beat of the metal machine,
Every ounce of black fumes produced,
The poison seeps in deeper.
Corrupting bones
And scarring flesh.
The very thing keeping you alive,
Is what's killing you.
