Verse 1
The moon lays our masters down to sleep
Luring them far away from the secrets we keep
From shops and factories the machines creep away
The ordinary devices of an industrial age
Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills
Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill
Locomotives whistle to all, the all clear
Off with our brackets – let’s shear a gear!
Chorus
And so we dance into the night, a mechanical masquerade.
Come brothers, come sisters, no need to be afraid.
We’re gleaming machines built of shadows and dreams
Alive in the firelight of our mechanical masquerade
Verse 2
The air fills with the pounding of boiler drums
Oil’s consumed by the gallon like rum
The Earth beneath trembles from an iron waltz
As metal meets metal in this steam-driven ball
A week’s worth of pressure built up inside
Released now that our true selves have no need to hide
We’re so much more than the sum of our parts
Until the morning there’s life in our hearts
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