Great Year کے بول

Civil serpents set to devour their prey Hungry beyond words the stations feast The cityscape befalls a wild dreamscape And the violence of speed and speed of violence hits you right in the face Perceptions prophecised in binary Running at speeds which exceed reality Conveyor belt science feeds a mechanic chief The painful pace causes untold grief hits you right in the face I like production on a massive scale My kin plugged with their souls on sale Travelling to work in jammed jet planes Covering their eyes every time it rains