The Infernal MachineIt bears us one after the otherWailing children of discontentIt waits and it suffers in silencePatiently supplying The threadOur existence is knitted with.Under its unfaltering eyeWe knitAnd knitAnd knitEver afraidOf loose stitches.It watches and waitsHumming its musicNever getting old but continuously heavier.Tic-tac…tic-tac…tic-tac…tic-tac…We’d all be happierIf the infernal machineClosed an eye on our misery…
It bears us one after the otherWailing children of discontentIt waits and it suffers in silencePatiently supplying The threadOur existence is knitted with.Under its unfaltering eyeWe knitAnd knitAnd knitEver afraidOf loose stitches.It watches and waitsHumming its musicNever getting old but continuously heavier.Tic-tac…tic-tac…tic-tac…tic-tac…We’d all be happierIf the infernal machineClosed an eye on our misery…