synth at the end played by Andrew
Lyrics inspired by the poem "In the Factory" by Morris Rosenfeld.
Title taken from the George Woodcock essay of the same name.
Working hours pass through the dreary souls
The face of the clock has (shows) the eyes of the foe
Glaring into us, taunting at our woe
One day is over with a lifetime to go
And the gears grind, grind, grind,
Imprisoned by/in time, time, time
Aspects of our lives become mechanized
Through endless conquest to civilize
Stare back at they eyes-we are quantified
and so discipline is industrialized
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