Flee The Factory letra

One hoped they'd break the patent when they die cast me in stride.
(One hoped they'd break the mold.)
Just a simple steel specimen, truly empty down inside.
With copper-core wound veins, a pumping cold hydraulic heart,
Bellows cycle air on rhythms, rhythms fixed within my code.

It's easier to bow than keep these knees locked tight;
Tight like the rivets in my skin.
My pulse reverberates through this malleable shell,
With scars from shaping.

My insides grind their gears.
Abrasive churning, I'm so conductive.
It's always been a task with such low impedance.
My tendons tend to rust with time while wires misplace their currents
So I will flee the factory, and pray you to dismantle me.

Someone find my maker; I'm coming apart at the seams.
I'll cauterize myself back together again.

The Receiving End Of Sirens - Letras

• ...Then I Defy You, Stars
• A Realization Of The Ear
• Bell Book And Candle
• Broadcast Quality
• Dead Men Tell No Tales
• Epilogue
• Flee The Factory
• Oubliette (Disappear)
• Pale Blue Dot
• Planning A Prision Break
• Planning a Prison Break
• Saturnus
• Shirtsleeves
• Smoke And Mirrors
• Stay Small
• Superman
• Swallow People Whole
• The Art Of Subversion
• The Crop And The Pest
• The Evidence
• The Heir Of Empty Breath
• The Music Of The Spheres
• The Race
• The Rival Cycle
• The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover
• The War Of All Against All
• Then I Defy You, Stars
• This Armistice
• Venona
• Vertigo Unconsciousness
• Wanderers