The Deadweight Test

[Verse 1]
The cat's eyes on the A27 bleed a sickly yellow line.
I'm drawing a vector from Pyecombe Hill, a hostile design.
Praying to the engine's drone that you're dead to the world, man, asleep.
'Cause this thing I've gotta carry is a secret I can't keep, sunk too deep.

[Chorus]
I saw the stress fracture start to gleam.
Now I can't un-hear the high-tensile scream
Of a rivet giving up the ghost.
This is the part that hurts the most.

[Verse 2]
Last Tuesday, down the North Laine Brewhouse, in the candle-smoke fug.
The air was thick with craft IPA and cheap perfume.
You said, "He's just working late," and I just had to shrug,
While his hand traced the spine of a stranger, sealing up your tomb.

[Interlude]
(Spoken word, detached female voice, like a ship's automated system)
"Note to surveyor: observe for weeping at the seams. A weeping seam indicates imminent, catastrophic failure."

[Chorus]
I saw the stress fracture start to gleam.
And I can't un-hear the high-tensile scream
Of a rivet giving up the ghost.
This is the part that hurts the most.

[Bridge]
And oh, the waterline you showed me,
Was painted on too high.

[Outro]
(Gang vocals, chanting)
Weeping at the seams.
Weeping at the seams.