There's a bomb in the basement

There's a knocking on the wall

In the popping of the piston, I swear I have no call



There's a bomb in the basement

There's a hole in the floor

There's a guard in the garden, knocking on the door



There's a rebel in the south guards

No shedding at the sound

Then the rackets if he know me, begging on the ground



Feel the building all around me

Like a rattle on the skin

Then the moment your breath kicks in, its always trapped within



Tell it like it is, till there's no misunderstanding

When you strip it right back

Man feed machine, machine feed man



Tell it like it is, till there's no misunderstanding

Make up what you lack

Man feed machine, machine feed man