I feel strange in this factory
I am tied to the machinery
The spare parts scattered in my brains
The boiling oil flows through my veins
Push my bu*ton
Push it down
Turn the switch
Turn it around
Push I say push
The motor pumps like my heart
The heat is ripping me apart
In my lungs fumes so black
My metal skin is about to crack
Push my bu*ton
Push it down
Turn the switch
Turn it around
Push
I feel strange in this factory
I am tied to the machinery
The spare parts scattered in my brains
The boiling oil flows through my veins