Please don't turn on the machine... Please don't turn on the machine... Please don't turn on the machine... Please don't turn on the machine... Please d-- They told me not to make a move, not to make a sound They told me that it's safe, then so why aren't they around? They told me, you've been warned, it's gonna get a little loud But I had no idea that I'd be swallowed by that sound The machine stops for a moment I can hear it breathing Its cogs keep spinning What's that sound, what's that sound in my head? It's a crackle that's not supposed to be there They told me that it's safe If it's safe then why can't I move? They got me tied down to a bed of nails There it is again, the crackle I can't yell out, I'll move too much I'm stuck here, as the cogs keeps spinning It's oh so quiet, and it's all so scary Every track it plays, it hits in different ways The machine's chaotic melody, it rotates and it sways How long has it been, is it okay? Is it safe? Did they find that thing in me, that'll put me in the grave?