The Machine

The machine is running hot

Too much running on the spot

Too much hurrying the work to be done on the dot

This is not a kid's crime

Neither up or down time

This is how the penny finds its way to the slot

Funny that's headway

Funny it tastes deadly

That instant coffee

Effi - cacy

It's an ominous original

Utterly predictable

Cutting every day into ones and twos

Auto-trepanation

Neural detonations

Slicing up the pie and the fingers too

Keep the faith

Nothing good ever came easy

It's better to burn out than to waste a day

Keep the faith

Phoney limes in fruit bowls

Skeuomorphs for old souls

Suck in where the light bends

Aren't days like these a godsend

Olive pits in ashtrays

Hold ourselves on Sundays

It's all we've ever done, babe,

It’s all we've ever done

The machine is running hot

Too much running on the spot

Too much hurrying the work to be done on the dot

A purifying spiral of

Synergetic cycles

Maximising flow while the main vein pops

Worry

Makes my

Toothbrush bloody

Heaven help me

Make it

Go quickly