13 Engines Beneath My Hand
Something's moving round beneath my hand
And it's moving in a foreign land
And it's crossing ancient waterways
And it's making bold discoveries
Well I lean to make the incision
And I'm cutting off your life support
And you're living in your own stain
That's your own blood in your veins
Wake up from your wet dream
Did you choose this machine?
Well I found something permanent
It's the arc, curve, line and swerve
And the harsh world of injury
You're surrounded by savagery
Wake up from your wet dream
Did you choose this machine?
Something's moving round beneath my hand
And it's moving in a foreign land
And it's crossing ancient waterways
And it's making bold discoveries
As the room holds it's breath
Even the shadows listen to you
As the room holds it's breath
Even the shadows listen to you
Wake up from your wet dream
Did you choose this machine?
Wake up from your wet dream
Did you choose this machine?
