Interlace – The Soul Of A New Machine lyrics

Every passion
Demands a sacrifice
The soul of a new machine
Forces of a tayloresque view
Within the white walls
In a maze where
Nothing moves but the time
The sharp fingers
A temple of ingenuity
An essence of progress
The soul of a new machine
Bits of contribution maybe bites
The hand that feeds the fed
Somewhere in the distant future
All the priceless heads
Bow down
Wait for the world to see
The stunning complexity
The soul of a new machine