I got right off the elevator and shuddered from the light gated corridors have obscured the day from night I pray beside my percolator white room sterile and trite the fated steps of routine regress Fed through coffee and fright Hellbent…

compass spinning never winning a chance to play dead and drift in your head pin the needle shun the steeple all the people aimless irreverent north south east west I'm so lost in this maze a perpetual daze a perpetual daze

Most albums end in a finale - I guess this one ends in Heat Death. (Unless I can up with another track in the next couple days.)

I guess we have a title track. I'm not sure if I created it, or if it conjured itself into being. Freesound Sample Info : 44928_digifishmusic_KT_LA_C4

(rocking in chair, smoking bubble pipe) Let me tell you a story about the time that Dave fell asleep on the conveyor belt again. Samples used : * 463431__luongthenguyen1__glass-and-metal * 655875__kaleigh0218__glass-shattering

I got right off the elevator and shuddered from the light gated corridors have obscured the day from night I pray beside my percolator white room sterile and trite the fated steps of routine regress Fed through coffee and fright Hellbent…

I got right off the elevator and shuddered from the light gated corridors have obscured the day from night I pray beside my percolator white room sterile and trite the fated steps of routine regress Fed through coffee and fright Hellbent…

At the focal center Her grace showed form and range Yet Ring-A-Rose Around The Periphery And her thoughts grew broken and strange Rose, my friend derailed again let's play pretend -- Freesound Samples Used : * 368767__rtb45__mm-project…

A tale of thirteen clueless robots forever corrupted by odd time signatures and Mike Portnoy drum solos. And they go on an adventure, and rescue a robot princess or something. (Soon to be adapted by Hollywood as a major motion picture, considering…

There lied a town with cobblestone streets, lifeless save for the humming of mist-driven automatons who did their masters bidding. You hear a radiant voice exclaim : I'm a purveyor of knick-knacks, gizmos, and widgets of all sizes and wonders…