machinery

the roar of machinery
but there's green everywhere i look
good that it dies now
good that the earth shook

a cultivated sense of mystery
a catalog of personal history

good manipulator
a cry inside nation
that lost it's patience

lost in your own voice
shaking in your stand

a rock and go win one
flaky as and onion
a delicate fun run
as sure as the sun shines

a war of machinery
obsessing on tragedy

personal tragedy
is sick upon the nation
suck up in your station 
as sure as the sun will shine