It Keeps the Machine Running

We are born
From one institution
Into another
Falling asleep
Listening to the poetry
Of steel
And we are chained
Arm to arm
Pulling each other down
The irony of quitting time
Can you really stop?
Inhale deeply because it’s your last breath
So enjoy what’s left
And we are chained
Arm to arm
Pulling each other
Seasons change
From green to red
Seasons change
Inside my head