Movements, movements

Movements, movements

In the belly of the machine you can hear the beta dreams
Of something evil working
You can hear the steel pedals grinding all the metal words
Breaking them down into a beautiful distortion

It's static over everything
Distraction plus chaos, disaster and order
The vibration that flies through me
Hyper-color screens start after the flip of the weight of a quarter

You turn to win the role to play the hero
The minimum wage to play the stage
And sacrifice sleep for zeroes

This is that monument for masses ready to dance
We cycle through every stage, now you're ready for chance

Nailed it down, build it up
Know that look with two or four
Fix your wings, and add a wedding ring
So we kick down [?]
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