Escape The Clouds - Mechanical Masquerade lyrics

The moon lays our masters down to sleep Luring them far away from the secrets we keep From shops and factories the machines creep away The ordinary devices of an industrial age Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill Locomotives whistle to all, the all clear Off with our brackets – let's shear a gear! And so we dance into the night, a mechanical masquerade. Come brothers, come sisters, no need to be afraid. We're gleaming machines built of shadows and dreams Alive in the firelight of our mechanical masquerade The air fills with the pounding of boiler drums Oil's consumed by the gallon like rum The Earth beneath trembles from an iron waltz As metal meets metal in this steam-driven ball A week's worth of pressure built up inside Released now that our true selves have no need to hide We're so much more than the sum of our parts Until the morning there's life in our hearts