Age of the Smokestacks - Automaton

Behold -- a bold new horizon

Untold -- the fate of the land

Find gold -- in each day passing

Brick and mortar everlasting.

When the clockwork spins on the cog

Avenue is obscured in a fog

Travelling above the street

Horse-drawn carriage obsolete.

«Gaze into the grey…»

In the age of the smokestacks

The future is afoot

Belch forth ingenuity

The skies are filled with soot

Watch as the skies go grey

Don’t abandon faith

We cannot let our wasted days

Haunt us like a wraith

Strike true -- the shock realization

The new -- stands now at your door

A view -- outlook is higher

Steel and iron forged in fire.

When the clockwork spins on the cog

Avenue is obscured in a fog

Travelling above the street

Horse-drawn carriage obsolete.

«Gaze into the grey…»

In the age of the smokestacks

The future is afoot

Belch forth ingenuity

The skies are filled with soot

Watch as the skies go grey

Don’t abandon faith

We cannot let our wasted days

Haunt us like a wraith

In the age of the smokestacks

The future is afoot

Belch forth ingenuity

The skies are filled with soot

Watch as the skies go grey

Don’t abandon faith

We cannot let our wasted days

Haunt us like a wraith…