This Machine

This machine is on in the centre of my chest

The passengers look on not one of them can guess

This machine is on I hear it loud and clear

I feel it in my veins in the ringing in my ears

This machine is on on the 22nd floor

Where the light is always on behind the metal door

This machine is on it lives behind my eyes

I know where I belong I keep it deep inside

In the hours before day

I'm a shadow watching shapes

I've known the answer all along

But I've been resting getting strong

And I know the world is wrong

And this machine is on