| Sound The Alarm |
|---|
| The fabric is coming apart at the seams |
| The gears are locking up in their well oiled machine |
| Sound the alarm something’s gone wrong Sound the Alarm |
| The oil burns like fire in dry Weeds The heat |
| Welds its' parts in their decaying dream Sound the |
| Alarm Something’s gone wrong and there’s no chance |
| This Sickness will survive No chance this machine |
| Can stay alive |
