The boiler room is hot and dead
Get up, it's time to go to work again
Twelve hours, twelve long hours
Then some sleep, and back to work again
I'm a machine, I'm a machine
I must burn and feed the machine
The boiler room is calling me
Late at night deep in my dreams
Everyday until I die
I must burn and feed the machine
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The Weather Vane Lyrics

Bleak – The Weather Vane Lyrics