[Intro]
Turn the wheel
Bless the chain
Oil the wound
Erase the pain

[Verse]
On the altar of production
Where the sacred engines gleam
They have written our redemption
In a language made of steam

Every piston is a psalm now
Every lever is a creed
Every factory bell is calling
Every hunger learns to kneel

[Pre-Chorus]
The ministers raise their iron hands
The crowd becomes a single sound
They say the soul is inefficient
And must be hammered down

[Chorus]
We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
Turning through smoke in a mechanical dream
Pray to the pressure, bow to the flame
Lose your heart and receive your name

We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
Clean as the law and cruel as the screen
Heaven is measured in labor and time
Sin is the failure to stay in line

[Verse]
From the balconies of copper
Comes the doctrine of the age
If the poor are born to suffer
Then their suffering is wage

If the prophet speaks in numbers
Then the numbers must be true
If the human heart is broken
Then the heart must be removed

[Pre-Chorus]
The Ministry smiles like polished knives
The choir obeys the iron sound
They say compassion is disorder
And must be hunted down

[Chorus]
We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
Turning through smoke in a mechanical dream
Pray to the pressure, bow to the flame
Lose your heart and receive your name

We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
Clean as the law and cruel as the screen
Heaven is measured in labor and time
Sin is the failure to stay in line

[Instrumental]
Ticking bones
Burning wires
Cathedral tones
Factory fires

[Bridge]
But deep below the sermon
Where the blackened rivers bend
A woman sings a question
That no engine can defend

[Breakdown]
Grind
Praise
Work
Obey

Grind
Praise
Bleed
Believe

[Build-up]
And in the center of the tower
Where the newborn prophet sleeps
A single spark is waiting
In the circuitry beneath

[Chorus]
We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
Turning through smoke in a mechanical dream
Pray to the pressure, bow to the flame
Lose your heart and receive your name

We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
Clean as the law and cruel as the screen
Heaven is measured in labor and time
Sin is the failure to stay in line

[Chorus]
We are the Gears of the Holy Machine
But something is wrong in the ritual scene
Somewhere a whisper refuses the chain
Somewhere the brass sky remembers the rain

[Outro]
Turn the wheel
Bless the chain
Oil the wound
Erase the pain