Away Let The Neurons Go Right Out Of One Void And Into Another blank stare clean slate brain dead in a factory state

Robot wants to go to heaven, but wasn't designed for cloud escalators. Robot begs the drones to take it up to the clouds, but St. Peter objects from his heavenly tollbooth.

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…

Robot wants to go to heaven, but wasn't designed for cloud escalators. Robot begs the drones to take it up to the clouds, but St. Peter objects from his heavenly tollbooth.

time would like to have a word it waits out in the rain it's bleeded dry time passes by not doing anything the time has come SOME will be done day after seamless day time and again no start no end the time it wastes away…

Whatever twisted fate befell those contaminated by the orange mutagen, they began to wriggle, writhe, and squirm their way from the subway, swamps, and sewers, to spread their glowing cheer. Freesound Samples Used : 192497_murraysortz_bubbles…

biding his time when the worlds might rewind re-season the plan increasing command trying his damndest not to f--- it up again he says hey Lady Luck can you let me win this one I bet you're having fun watching me fumble and forever…

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

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.)