[Verse 1]
All that he does is chip away, each day he sticks to his routine
Putting the pieces on, building a big machine
He ran out of room inside his room and so he moved it all outside
Now it's a bit too big, now it's a mile wide
The family vans across the desert follow signs to park and stare
Nobody says hello, nobody knows he's there
They just look at the blinking lights and greebles, interlocking arms of steel and they think
"Nothing could be so big, nothing could be so real"
They think

[Pre-Chorus]
"One million springs
And spinning things, it's quite a view (we have no clue)
We have no clue
What does it do?"

[Chorus]
That's the beauty of it
It doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything

[Verse 2]
He made his own night-vision goggles, now he lurks inside the frame
Perfecting it from within, forgetting his own name
All that he knows is that it needs him, all it knows is he needs it
Every piston, every single little bit
The government people in black helicopters try to snoop around
I'm so sorry, but he needs the extra parts, he takes the choppers down
And now there are tanks on the horizon, asking what are his demands?
Not one of them understands nobody understands
(All the megaphones scream)
[Pre-Chorus]
"One million gears
Perhaps our fears are coming true (What does it do?)
What does it do?
What does it do?"

[Chorus]
That's the beauty of it
It doesn't do anything
Doesn't do anything

[Bridge]
Lost in solipsism, he then slowly pulls a lever
Which sets off a mechanism which does nothing whatsoever
But the nothing that it does negates the everything we know
Because it's screaming just because, because it's neither friend or foe
And so we label it a menace or a grandiose work of art
From its finale to its genesis, we slowly pull it all apart

[Outro]
That's the beauty of it
It doesn't do anything, do anything
Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything