Movements, movements Movements, movements In the belly of the machine you can hear the beta dreams Of something evil working You can hear the steel pedals grinding all the metal words Breaking them down into a beautiful distortion It's static over everything Distraction plus chaos, disaster and order The vibration that flies through me Hyper-color screens start after the flip of the weight of a quarter You turn to win the role to play the hero The minimum wage to play the stage And sacrifice sleep for zeroes This is that monument for ma**es ready to dance We cycle through every stage, now you're ready for chance Nailed it down, build it up Know that look with two or four Fix your wings, and add a wedding ring So we kick down [?] [?]