Consequence

The industrial incarnation of my song-sketch.

Currently working this up for a live performance and a possible future commercial album.

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I know where they spin the words
I'm close to the machines
lie above the printing press
listen to it dream

with the tiniest of motions
I could speak a million times
write my signature in blood across
a hundred million lines

JUST so ONE OF THEM
might fall beneath your eyes
I'LL taint EVERYTHING
one last bloody time

I know where you're travelling
and when you plan to leave
I know how you're getting there
I can hear you breathe

the least bit of my influence
could stop your little game
a red light on your innocence
a cross beside your name

JUST say ONE MORE WORD
I may become unkind
JUST take ONE MORE THING
I'll delineate what's mine

Wrap my face in bandages
no spaces for my eyes
we function better in the dark
my machines dont lie

we're closer than we ever were
it won't be very long
made a house out of your promises
it wasn't very strong

I gave EVERYTHING
a small infinity
STILL not GOOD ENOUGH
but some how now I'm FREE
to
fall
back
down
to
where
I
be
long
a
gain.