Machines Lyrics

Machines lyrics

When machines hum your dreams

A plastic scene from in the magazines

I was never good at walking blindfolded

Whiskey themes, my tongue it
wreaks

But blinded by the bottle and blinded by screams

Are two
different things?

When lines cross on corners

From red to green the
lights will bleed



When machines hum your dreams



I sift
the sands of conflict, to hear the birds breathe

Two weeks and I’m calling
a retreat

So don’t stone the sinner, stone the thief

In
disbelief

She’ll cry for me, I’m weak

The souls of the sea watch
and play make-believe

For a marine, a singing seed, to grow, to leave, to
see



I’m not the same disease

Epidemics never last.