Lyrics
[Verse 1] Silver The cord is pulling tight
He is digging for a fossil
In the garden of his own bone
Empty
Pale
Small circles
Friction makes a fire that feels cold
[Chorus] He is a rhythmic machine
Rhythmic machine
Folding inward
Folding inward
He is a rhythmic machine
Rhythmic machine
[Verse 2] Skin
Rubbed thin like old paper
Red maps
Tracing the salt
Tired
Heavy lids
Looking at the wall
Watching the plaster crack and peel
One hand
Busy
Tending to a ghost
He is a lonely soldier in a soft war
[Chorus] He is a rhythmic machine
Rhythmic machine
Folding inward
Folding inward
He is a rhythmic machine
Rhythmic machine
[Bridge] He pulls
He pulls
He pulls
The marrow is dry
The well is dusty
The spark is just a habit now
Just a habit
Just a habit
Just a habit
[Chorus] He is a rhythmic machine
Rhythmic machine
Folding inward
Folding inward
He is a rhythmic machine
Rhythmic machine
[Outro] Gone
Closed
Locked
The door is never open
Friction
Friction
Friction
Silent
Endless
Humming
Humming