More.
More force, motion, drive.
More force, motion, drive.
More force, motion, drive.
More force, motion, drive.
Propaganda!
On joyless lanes we walk in line,
Calm but steady flow.
A camp beneath my love command,
Our strength is running low.
Another hope feeds another dream,
Another truth installed by the machine.
A secret which the memory relies,
Today finds truth what comes next lies.
Rotating wheels of destiny,
Inflame the city lights.
Machines fall out for followers,
Far out into the night.
The cords of the machine,
Drowning in the steam.
A secret which the memory relies,
Today
makes truth what comes next lies.
The cords of the machine,
Drowning in the steam.
On joyless lanes we walk in line,
Calm but steady flow.
Our strength is running low.
Installed by the machine.