The machine is running hot, too much running on the spot
Too much hurrying the work to be done on the dot
This is not a kid's crime, neither up or down time
This is how the penny finds its way to the slot
Funny, that's headway
Funny, it tastes deadly
Bad instincts
Coffee
Effort
Cussing
It's an ominous original, utterly predictable
Cutting every day into ones and twos
Autotropination, neurodetonation
Slicing up the pie in the fingers to
Keep the faith
Nothing good ever came easy
It's better than nothing good

To burn out and to waste a day
Keep the faith
Throw new lines and move the ball
Skewer the walls for our own souls
Suck in where the light fits
On days like these, the gods say
All that fits in estrus
Hold ourselves in sadness
It's all we've ever done, babe
It's all we've ever done
The machine is running hot
Too much running on the spot
Too much hurrying the work to be done on the dot
A purifying spiral of twenty minute cycles
Maximizing flow while we're main vein puffs
Worry
Makes my
Toons crush
Bloody
Heavens
Help me
Make it
Make it
Go quickly
It's the last time

To wake up
The ecstasy
Of a Whatsapp
As many potter's

Thank you.