Sound Of The Machine - Pale Forest

Turn your head and face the hole 
from where the white illutions shine 
Cast a glance upon the mole 
which taints the skin so pure, so fine 
The garden hangs inside a room 
so dark, yet brightly lit 
The stain you poured from silver spoon 
the poison stung and bit 

With the sound of your machine 
ringing in your wealthy dreams 
You dance around the calf 
and your mind is torn in half 

Try to see how you will feel 
when, at last you're left alone 
Shoulder to the final wheel 
in your machinery of flesh and blood 

With the sound of your machine 
ringing in your wealthy dreams 
You dance around the calf 
and your mind is torn in half 

Grinding and moaning 
the thing comes to a halt 
Grinding and moaning 
as you pour the salt 

With the sound of your machine 
ringing in your wealthy dreams 
You dance around the calf 
and your mind is torn in half