The machine just keeps on moving
It’ll take you right along
As long as there’s something left
For it to feast and feed upon
Once you’ve outlived usefulness
Away they toss the empty shell
Scores of broken bodies trail
Along the edges of the road
And as the beast keeps slowing down
Running out of blood and bone
Those who still must stoke the coals
Struggling to find the fuel
The poor discarded, left behind
With all that they have left to cling to
Offer up their carcasses
Upon which the the system feeds
Bound to fail eventually
Once there’s nothing left to burn