My impulse lines are once again full of litter
No signals can break into my frozen transmitter
I’ve transferred my drums to the highest platform
My pipes have burst into a hurricane storm
One swipe through the gate lasts a 12 Hour shift
Special permits are granted for dangerous lifts
Breathing air packs my lungs full of fuel
A hypodermic syringe is my death warrant tool
It is my vocation to open all closed valves
Sampling the product cuts the boredom in half
Graphics vibrate on control room computers
Unrestrained fires set off the factory hooters
Please take my readings when I’m not home
Make sure I run for I sometimes roam
My every action is under full time scrutiny
But I have no friends in contracted security
Pressure is increasing as I rise in temperature
Foreign bodies are conversing with no mutual translator
Direct stimulation would ensure a safe man entry
But my buddy’s been replaced by a video sentry
There is danger ahead in the yellow lined zone
All I can hear is a loud bleeping tone
Has no-one thought to answer the alarm?
I do not want to die in this chemical farm
Cheers!
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