I WANT A RAISE

I am grease. The purpose I serve is to keep everything running smoothly. Without me, it all works fine for a bit. After time, however, the moving parts burn out and the machine fails. My functions aren't of immediate, physical actionings, but you need them to survive. Like blood, I keep the beast alive. And like blood, and like grease, having me on the outside means imminent demise.

Back seat

City passing by in greyscale. Radiohead makes me miss him.