Soul of a New Machine (Cropped club edit) Lyrics

Every passion
Demands a sacrifice
The soul of a new machine
Forces of a tayloresque view
Within the white walls
In a maze where
Nothing moves but the time
The sharp fingers
A temple of ingenuity
An essence of progress
The soul of a new machine
Bits of contribution maybe b***s
The hand that feeds the fed
Somewhere in the distant future
All the priceless heads
Bow down
Wait for the world to see
The stunning complexity
The soul of a new machine