Recycle

Call me down, the time is here

Reminding you to slow the wheel

Now, nearing the end of the day

Look, never a moment too soon, or late

Count the hours, the weeks, the days

Forcing nature's slow decay

Here, as we look down on you there

You, falling on into your web of despair

Man you had it all your own way

Now, salvaging blocks of decay

(Clean the scene)

(Change machines)