A True Triumph of Man vs. Machine - Funeral Diner

Building again

From every flaw we make something new

Kill again, build again

Killed again, tooled again

Rusted away to show

The decay, the true intent

And the smile that never

Touches eyes

Stand in line

Feel the blood drip down your forehead and blind your eyes

Blind your eyes

Kill again, build again

Killed again

Change the end and break down

The unnecessary

And it buries

And obscures

You need, you see

It moves, crushing

It ends, buried

And it changes

Nothing

Glacial

Glacial snow and

Crushing

An avalanche

Of broken

An avalanche

Of broken, broken

An avalanche of broken, we embrace with open arms

And not much else until we all can’t breathe

And moving becomes the farthest thing from my mind

What we can, or take, or leave, behind us now