Mechanical Masquerade - Into the Night Mix

The moon lays our masters down to sleep
Luring them far away from the secrets we keep
From shops and factories the machines creep away
The ordinary devices of an industrial age

Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills
Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill
Locomotives whistle to all, the all clear
Off with our brackets - let's shear a gear

And so we dance into the night, a mechanical masquerade
Come brothers, come sisters, no need to be afraid
We're gleaming machines built of shadows and dreams
Alive in the firelight of our mechanical masquerade

The air fills with the pounding of boiler drums
Oil's consumed by the gallon like rum
The Earth beneath trembles from an iron waltz
As metal meets metal in this steam-driven ball

A week's worth of pressure built up inside
Released now that our true selves have no need to hide
We're so much more than the sum of our parts
Until the morning there's life in our hearts

And so we dance into the night, a mechanical masquerade
Come brothers, come sisters, no need to be afraid
We're gleaming machines built of shadows and dreams
Alive in the firelight of our mechanical masquerade