GraveSpy - Moving Parts

Beneath the crust of the waking state The gears of the ancient operate An unseen logic, a silent pull The void is heavy, the void is full You are the echo, you are the ghost A passenger inside the host The choice you claim is a woven thread Tied to the hands of the long-since dead. It’s a secret... It’s a rhythm... It’s the engine... OF THE WILL! We... are the moving... parts! Driven by... hidden... hearts! Iron... law.. Crushing the... illusion... of fate! The lizard stirs in the limestone cell The architect of the heaven and hell It’s a frequency you can’t escape The master of the human shape The marrow hums a primal song The force is old, the force is strong. The pull is the law. The string is the raw. The pull is the law. The string is the raw. THE BLOOD... IS THE GEAR... THE WILL... IS THE FEAR... We... are the moving... parts! Driven by... hidden... hearts! Iron... law.. Crushing the... illusion... of fate! We... are the moving... parts! Driven by... hidden... hearts! Iron... law.. Crushing the... illusion... of fate! The machine... Is still... Turning.