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