The Machine’s Heart

作曲：Levi Stoker

作词：Levi Stoker

Midnight in the founder

Where the shadows learn to crawl

I'm leaning on my level

With my back against the wall

The air is thick with carving

And the scent of burning oil

The harvest of a lifetime spent and deep in heavy toil

Most folks see the rust and the smoke

They see a pile of ten

But they don't see the spirit

That is breathing from within

It's a lonesome kind of music

When the turbines start to moan

A language made of copper wire and marrow in the bone

I'm the pulse inside the piston

I'm the fire in the dark

I'm the one who keeps the rhythm

And the one who guard the spark

You can't shut the power down

You can't make the engine start

We like the blood and thunder

Of the machine's heart

Yeah she's made of heavy and

But she's beating just like mine

The industrial salvation on a long and crooked line

My hands are stained with grapher

In the silver of the gear

I've forgotten what it feels like

Just a little life in fear

When the world outside is breaking

And the system start to fail

I'm a ghost inside the boy

I'm a hammer on the nail

There's a dignity in friction

That the world they never knew

The glory in the welding

And the seeing of the truth

So let the pledging gates go red

And let the border scream

I'm the only thing

That's real inside this cold and hollow dream

Oh I'm the pulse inside the pistol

I'm the fire in the dark

I'm the one who keeps the rhythm

And the one who guides us parts

You can't shut the power down

You can't make the engine start

Without the blood and thunder

Of a machine's mark

Yeah she's made of heavy iron

But she's beaten just like mine

Ain't dust to your salvation on a long and crooked line

Can you hear it

Can you feel it

It ain't just metal

It ain't just cold

It's the only story that's ever been told

Oh I'm the pulse inside the blister

I'm the fire in the dark

I'm the one who keeps the rhythm

And the one who guards the spark

You can't shove the power down

You can't make the engine start

Without the blood and thunder

The machines heart

Yes it's made of heavy hearts

But she's beating just like mine

Her industrial salvation on a long and crooked line

Humping in the dark

Keep the fire hot

The machine's hot

Bumping in the dark

Keep the fire high

Machines heart

Something in the dark

Something in the dark

The machine's heart

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