There's a light flickering in the attic
The shutters,
They creak and they clack
There's a knife in my sheath
There's a horror
Beneath
Where we're going
there's no coming back...
There's a terrible plot that's unfolding
A machinist we may never see
Chilling shrieks and shrill screams
"So much worse than my dreams."
...
They're just parts now;
Silent. Company.
