Beneath My Hand

Something's moving round beneath my hand

And it's moving in a foreign land

And it's crossing ancient waterways

And it's making bold discoveries

Well I lean to make the incision

And I'm cutting off your life support

And you're living in your own stain

That's your own blood in your veins

Wake up from your wet dream

Did you choose this machine?

Well I found something permanent

It's the arc, curve, line and swerve

And the harsh world of injury

You're surrounded by savagery

Wake up from your wet dream

Did you choose this machine?

Something's moving round beneath my hand

And it's moving in a foreign land

And it's crossing ancient waterways

And it's making bold discoveries

As the room holds it's breath

Even the shadows listen to you

As the room holds it's breath

Even the shadows listen to you

Wake up from your wet dream

Did you choose this machine?

Wake up from your wet dream

Did you choose this machine?