The gas lamp shines so brightly
In the mechanical world of dreams
And the only sound that does exist
Is from the movement of the springs
The buggies move so swiftly
As they go from lane to lane
Searching for the only hope
The truth that keeps us sane
The end is still eternal
In the mechanical world of dreams
But nothing else that you will see
Is nearly what it seems
The clockwork swirls the boys and girls
That meet your every need
They walk atop the poppycocks
Left in the street to bleed
The gears are always turning
In the mechanical world of dreams
But if your footsteps are to swift
You’ll rip open the seems
With inhuman precision
Our lives we regulate
And from the fears of early years
Our pain we will sedate