Broken Machine

I’m trapped in the cracks
Of a broken machine
Rust bleeding rust
To some forgotten sea
But this skin is your skin
A muscle moves beneath
The staircase folded and mouldered away
The suitcase disembowelled
I’m trying to play
But the weight of the weight weighs
Bird shapes cut out of the meniscus
I’m trapped in the cracks
Of a broken machine
Rust bleeding rust
To some forgotten sea
But this skin is your skin
A muscle moves beneath
This broken machine
A heart that beats its, keeps its beat
I promise this will be the last song
I wanted you to know but I could not respond
I promise this will be the last song
I don’t want to make a show but the underpinning’s gone
I’m trapped in the cracks
Of a broken machine
Rust bleeding rust
To some forgotten sea
But this skin is your skin
A muscle moves beneath
This broken machine
A heart that beats its, keeps its beat…
But this skin is your skin
A muscle moves beneath
But this skin is your skin
A muscle moves beneath