Recycle

Call me down, the time is here
Reminding you to slow the wheel
Now, nearing the end of the day
Look, never a moment too soon, or late

Count the hours, the weeks, the days
Forcing nature's slow decay
Here, as we look down on you there
You, falling on into your web of despair

Man you had it all your own way
Now, salvaging blocks of decay

(Clean the scene)

(Change machines)