The restoration went ahead
Pouring out the molten lead
Shaping the monuments
To all the usless dead
Now they're lighting up the big searchlights
Trying to widen out the night
Filling up the empty space
So nothing can escape
This machine is gonna crack
Hmmm-mmm-mmm
In dead centre of the fog
There's glass walls and spitting dogs
Past the sentries on the walls
And the houses of the dogs
We found out where the light begins
Saw where the planes come in
Crashing down at a hundred thousand knots
And landing on their backs
This machine is gonna crack
Hmmm-mmm-mmm
This machine is gonna crack
Hmmm-mmm-mmm
And as they pull the fucker's shirt
You feel they're tightening your gut
Ankles dressed, feet and fists
Started to float apart
And they're winding down as the camera rolls
Rising up on rocking shores
The laughter is a roaring storm
Waiting to attack
This machine is gonna crack
This machine is gonna crack