The restoration went ahead   Pouring out the molten lead   Shaping the monuments   To all the usless dead      Now they're lighting up the big searchlights   Trying to widen out the night   Filling up the empty space   So nothing can escape      This machine is gonna crack   hmmm-mmm-mmm      In dead centre of the fog   There's glass walls and spitting dogs   Past the sentries on the walls   And the houses of the dogs      We found out where the light begins   Saw where the planes come in   Crashing down at a hundred thousand knots   And landing on their backs      This machine is gonna crack   hmmm-mmm-mmm   This machine is gonna crack   hmmm-mmm-mmm      And as they pull the fucker's shirt   You feel they're tightening your gut   Ankles dressed, feet and fists   Started to float apart      And they're winding down as the camera rolls   Rising up on rocking shores   The laughter is a roaring storm   Waiting to attack      This machine is gonna crack   This machine is gonna crack