A clockwork soldier, finally falls, broken to its knees
The toothless gears of its heart rusted and diseased
Automata made for war
Ghost in the machine, slave to the cause

Monsters at the gates
Now you beg for help
Monsters at the gates
You can blame yourselves
Monsters at the gates
Won't you let them in
Won't you let, won't you let, won't you let, won't you let 

Neon souls their hands to the sky
Praying the bombs will drop
No one left to say goodbye
When the machine stops

Wind-up toy gives its all they won't let it die
They crawl inside its head and they fill it with their lies
Resurrection grinds to dust
Faithful tin man turns to rust
 
Raging furnace in his head has now just turned to ash
The tick-tock of his clockwork soul has wound down to its last
A bloated sun hangs in the sky
Clockwork saviour, last one left alive

The Machine Stops

Neon Souls

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