The Theory of Universal Rust

They say the world ended with a bang, my friend But I say it ended with a squeak. A hinge that needed oiling On a door that wouldn't speak. The sun is just a lightbulb in a socket made of bone And gravity is just the earth wanting to be alone. I watched the Pilgrim walk past my shack on Tuesday last He didn't look at the future, he didn't look at the past. **HE'S WINDING IT UP! HE'S WINDING IT UP!** You think he's walking away? You fool, you pup! The world is a toy that ran out of juice And the Clockwork Man is the only excuse! Every step he takes is a turn of the key Tightening the spring of reality! I asked him for water, he gave me a gear. I put it in my pocket and it whispered in my ear. It said: "Flesh is temporary, Rust is forever, But the motion between them is the only thing clever." So drink your oil and eat your sand And pray to the Walker across the land. He isn't a pilgrim, he isn't a priest He's the mechanic for the belly of the beast!