Pocketwatch - Boiler Heart lyrics

The tendons are chains, transferring the force through iron struts of bone. Through hinge joints to piston muscles, it moves the machine. To consume more fuel, its anthracite, in a stomach of furnace and guts. The fuel refined and relit anew, to ignite the boiler heart. The lungs are bellows for this boiler heart. The raging steam flows through the veins. The brain is the difference engine which governs the device. The circuits and valves process stimuli to control the boiler heart. The lungs are bellows for this boiler heart. The raging steam flows through the veins. Tick through tock and step by step they all fall down their maker wept. But something went wrong. The heart could not respond. (The operation of the computational device went beyond the search for more fuel and the propagation of the machine. It ran strange looped algorhythms. It invented a 'self. It may have attained godhood were it not for a flaw in the design of its power source. The boiler was not designed to feel emotion and the stresses and strains led to fractures and cracks, which led to an eventual cataclysmic failure) The lungs are bellows for this boiler heart. The raging steam flows through the veins.