Smallcreep had worked for over forty years in the factory. Till one day, tired of drilling holes in the same piece of steel and amazed at his fellow workers' lack of interest as to what they were making, he decided to find out himself.
The plant was so large that he roamed for days glimpsing other worlds that were completely different to his; and not one knew of another's existence. At last he came to the end of the line and there before him lay the gleaming new machine.
Satisfied by this sight and with the knowledge that in all the places he had been nothing was really changed, Smallcreep returned home.
Between The Tick And The Tock
It's so very dark in here
There's water on the wall
I can see no lights and what's that sound
That droning far above the smoke
And everywhere I look their eyes are watching me.
Hello my friend
The day is long and I am very hot
This metal world
The lower half of every face is lit
Everytime I look the clock is calling me
On the tick and the tock.
I've got my love to get me there
But I've more pain that I can bare
There is a world to find and share
Oh Saturday - Oh Saturday
And I can see a dying race, who live their lives
On the tick and the tock, in between.
Working In Line
I'm hopelessly waiting in line
For what I don't know I don't mind
There's never a day that goes by
Without blood on my hands in my hair.
I'm hopelessly working in line
On what I don't care I don't mind
There's nothing that I would give
To see what comes out at the end.
