Call me down, the time is here
reminding you to slow the wheel
now, nearing the end of the day,
look, never a moment too soon, or late.
Count the hours, the weeks the days,
forcing natures' slow decay
here, as we look down on you there
you, fall on into your web of despair.
Man! You had it all your own way,
Now, salvaging blocks of decay.
Clean the scene;
Change machines!
