Blood Sweat and Gears 2

Blood sweet and gears 2



I had cut my hand
in the midst of my toil
my blood bled to the floor
and mixed with the spilled oil
some fell on the seat
and stained a bit red
sweat spattered the tank
as it dripped from my head,
and mixed with the tears of frustration
I had already shed
I'd replaced every part
that was broken or bad
and for the purple paint
I spent the very last penny that I, had
it had taken my all
my soul and my heart
when I turned the key
I prayed the engine would start
like an old bear
It awoke with a grumble
but I knew it was alive and well
I could tell buy the rumble
it didn't mater that my shirt was greasy
I didn't care that my pants were torn
but OH how the wind flew by
the day the Machine was born