Wires tangled, sparks ignite Mechanical embrace, in the dead of night Whispers of assistance in the hum of the machine A silent sentinel, in the shadows unseen I love machines, that're doing something for me Savior in the circuitry, guiding my way Invisible hands, shaping the day Helpful machines, whispering in the dark Keeping me whole, leaving their mark Programmed to serve, with precision and grace Unseen movements, orchestrating this place From the coffee maker brewing

Industrial remix of a punk song! And once again we have proven our unique ability to migrate different genres with each other. Melting down