Draw Breath Cry Out

With all my might, the loudest light

I sing and shout, draw breath, cry out

Behind the ground, a silver sound

I sing and shout, draw breath, cry out

I hear silver

From down below

From the bottom

I hear quaking

From the chasm

Blinking faster

I hear chatter

From down below

From the engines

I hear aching

From the sun

Boiling teardrops

Behind the iron, alarming sirens

I sing and shout, draw breath, cry out

Behind the hull, a raging bull

I sing and shout, draw breath, cry out

A great machine, a philistine

Propulsion heat, cacophonous bleat

The loudest sound, one thousand drums

Bright, white-hot lights pierce through the night

Bright, white-hot lights pierce through the night

Revolving lights pierce through the night

Bright, white-hot lights pierce through the night

Revolving lights pierce through the night

Bright, white-hot lights pierce through the night

Revolving lights pierce through the night

Bright, white-hot lights pierce through the night

Revolving lights pierce through the night