Labour

Silver pin heads adorn my skin
An ornamental garden
An armour made of steel
What is and isn't real?
(What is and isn't-)

Golden thread
Pressed against my fingertips
Twist and turn
The eternal clew is spinning like a wheel
Machines
Mules weave fibres that will rip to shreds
The threads
Regenerate-
Creating

(Instrumental)

Diamond cave
Odalisque in mineral grave
Such mesmerising dancing
Enticing the depraved
Enslaved
Armies form with eagerness to charge-
They march
Oblivious to the labyrinth ahead

Silver pin heads... Golden Thread... Diamond Cave
Golden Thread... Diamond Cave... Silver pin heads...



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link