Yasmeleon - The Submachine

Vocals: Aidenn Queen
Songwriting: Aidenn Queen
Lyrics: Aidenn Queen / Ezekiel Rage
Mixing: Burny

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Would you like a cup of tea
Or an exciting book to read?
Take a nap or two between
your journeys with our Submachine

Iron Gates sliding back
Flying sparks on a metal track
As the gears creak into motion
Scraping metal builds a notion

[Ref]
Curious ladies chattering
Cogs and gears clattering
Let decadence entwine
Those fancy clothes with song and wine
They all dance and they all sing
As the air is getting thin
A life of flush and ecstasy
Within this submachinery

Everyone on board loves kitsch
They are decadent and filthy rich
They drink wine, eat grapes and stew
The machine's creator is traveling too

While the tracks lead down and deep
Sometimes flat and sometimes steep
The workers shovel coal and more
Into the fiery machine's core

The iron dust of burning coal
Will not spare a single soul
The workers' lungs are filled with death
As they all breathe their final breath


[Ref x 2]
Curious ladies chattering
Cogs and gears clattering
Let decadence entwine
Those fancy clothes with song and wine
They all dance and they all sing
As the air is getting thin
A life of flush and ecstasy
Within this submachinery

The submachine is traveling deep
As the guests all fall asleep
When the workers pay the price
For decadence and sinful vice

As the tracks come to an end
The submachine to an extent
Stays within its creator's head
For everyone on board is dead