You’re making a mechanism that’s making a mechanism

That’s making a mechanism that’s making you, that’s making you.

You lay down in your bed, can’t sleep the whole night through.

You keep tossing turning like the mechanism making you…

Are not sleeping, toss and turn, ruminate awaiting god damn dawn…

Come back here. Better not run. Hurts him more after he’s gone.

Mechanic belt slips the miller wife who cut his tongue on the pulley slice…

He gets up from the floor to dilute dirty tears

Wipe his cheek slapped upright wet behind burning ears…

You keep splashing your face like the mechanism making you.

You work in the factory where they tell you what to do…

No one knows this is a performance art work,

Looking for the next paycheck…

Heal the sick, cure the blind, cast out demons into swine,

But no trick was near as fine as turning water into wine…

There must be something on a better station

Broadcasting live between reality and reruns…

The prophet  gnashes his teeth, “Who hid my pepperoni?”

We prefer our simple food, we don’t need something fancy…

You ask if your nightmare is a dream that’s coming true.

You keep running sinful like the mechanism making you…

Melanoma, heart attack, rats in attic chew on traps…

An endless loop in the bible belt, he needs the leather his savior felt…

How in hell can a man clear the sand from his eye,

When he can’t find his way cause they turned out the light…

Every night sweep up the same floor, looking at the clock…

Ha ha ha, cheap red wine, drink a glass to pass the time…

When you watch television with nothing to turn to,

You keep changing channels like the mechanism making you…

Shut that door, don’t let the chill go to waste. Spoil your supper…

You keep eating cold cuts like the mechanism making you…

Are not sleeping, toss and turn…

Run down time for his own good…

When he won’t go back home and burp up mouth of bile…

Wait in line to punch the time card…

Don’t remember, never mind…

That blacks out childhood…

There’s a mess served better cold…

You’re making a mechanism that’s making a mechanism

That’s making a mechanism that’s making you, that’s making you…

There must be somewhere the viewers flip between

The victim they despise and ghosts they never believe.