An inevitable cycle structures fail to stand tall upon this broken Pendulum 
Descend into the great fall with arms to govern and minds to crawl 
Beneath this frame frail and small 
Grinding teeth and cracking bones 
Metal splinters and pins 
Money to dust gold into rust 
And everything in between will die with time 
Industrial soil erosion craters fill with blood 
Rivers of hydraulic fluid form canyons below 
Filling the air with sounds cutting metal 
Cranks turn and gears move 
Cracking the surface aged and weathered 
Her tears will burn the face you'll fail to recognize when she's in pain 
Growing withered and tired 
Charred from the sun's poison 
Burning sight and melting our Future