It Keeps the Machine Running - BraZil

We are born

From one institution

Into another

Falling asleep

Listening to the poetry

Of steel

And we are chained

Arm to arm

Pulling each other down

The irony of quitting time

Can you really stop?

Inhale deeply because it’s your last breath

So enjoy what’s left

And we are chained

Arm to arm

Pulling each other

Seasons change

From green to red

Seasons change

Inside my head