machines wake in static air
metal strikes behind closed doors
rhythm grinds along the floor
circuit heat and broken light
pushing harder into night
keep it loud, keep it tight
hammered sound, endless fight
steel and signal, fused and fast
nothing here is built to last
pressure builds in wired space
distortion eats the human trace
overload and feedback spin
something breaking from within
noise remains
signal burns
still it moves
still it turns
