The Gilded Hand
Open eyes adjusting to the darkThe growlin' of machineryCan't say if it's night or dayAnd you know, somewhere in there you knowThere will be a price to pay 'til all this goes away
So we walk the empty halls, the dirty wallsWe smear our names in themDirt we find beneath our nailsCan't be scrubbed from our tired hands, never clean
We're never cleanWe're never clean
Walk the halls, soot along the wallsSome will smear their names in itWhile some just go awayAnd you know, somewhere in there you knowThere's nothing here but surviving 'til something goes away
But through the cracks in this machineWe see the light, we see the sun dissolveAnd we feel the pulse of lifeA better life on the other side, and we wait
And so we waitAnd so we wait
Time is lost, found cracks along my bonesThis metal god is all I knowNow something's gone awayAnd you know, somewhere in there you know
Our blood's in the machineryOur heart's in the machinery
And that's what went away