Turn your head and face the hole

from where the white illutions shine

Cast a glance upon the mole

which taints the skin so pure, so fine

The garden hangs inside a room

so dark, yet brightly lit

The stain you poured from silver spoon

the poison stung and bit

With the sound of your machine

ringing in your wealthy dreams

You dance around the calf

and your mind is torn in half

Try to see how you will feel

when, at last you're left alone

Shoulder to the final wheel

in your machinery of flesh and blood

With the sound of your machine

ringing in your wealthy dreams

You dance around the calf

and your mind is torn in half

Grinding and moaning

the thing comes to a halt

Grinding and moaning

as you pour the salt

With the sound of your machine

ringing in your wealthy dreams

You dance around the calf

and your mind is torn in half