The Gilded Hand - Radical Face

Open eyes adjusting to the dark

The growlin' of machinery

Can’t say if it’s night or day

And you know, somewhere in there you know

There will be a price to pay 'til all this goes away

So we walk the empty halls, the dirty walls

We smear our names in them

Dirt we find beneath our nails

Can’t be scrubbed from our tired hands, never clean

We’re never clean

We’re never clean

Walk the halls, soot along the walls

Some will smear their names in it

While some just go away

And you know, somewhere in there you know

There’s nothing here but surviving 'til something goes away

But through the cracks in this machine

We see the light, we see the sun dissolve

And we feel the pulse of life

A better life on the other side, and we wait

And so we wait

And so we wait

Time is lost, found cracks along my bones

This metal god is all I know

Now something’s gone away

And you know, somewhere in there you know

Our blood’s in the machinery

Our heart’s in the machinery

And that’s what went away