Metropolis
The shuffling hoards
Stifled by the fire from the core
Walking head bowed
Where the overlord enslaves with twisted law
‘Why?’
The lost ones ask
‘Why must we exist within the confines of the mechanical vaults
Like grinding cogs in the great machine
Who turn and twist towards the grave
And burn inside the furnace of everlasting flame?’
‘As twilight ghosts we exist beneath a steam filled mist
We cry for help
But no one hears
We must complete our task
Through all the pain filled years
But darkness keeps us cast
Within the shadow of an everlasting night
That seems to last forever
And keeps us shrouded out of Moloch's sight
But wen we greet the Godhead at the Pearly Gates
No longer will our souls be buried
In the chasmed coffin of the living dead
For even though the bone has shed the flesh
Only in death will the workers find their freedom
So when the wind batters and grinds
The rust stained machines
The hidden ones up above
Who never hear the moans and screams
Of those unseen
Who toil for such a meagre wage
And never work for love…
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