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.)

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

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…

As the Programmer adds lines of code, the sprite gradually takes form, going from a 2D fabrication to a 4D creature vibrant with life. The Programmer smiles at his work. Freesound Samples : * 254421__jagadamba__simulated-robot-android-cyborg…

read between the lines dead stare Venetian blinds death from your radar sight sullen glares you avoid the light reach beyond your eyes stew deluded truth into convenient lies Adrift In Gilded Mist A Rancid Sauce This Deceptive…

The shiny silver apparatus was most efficient at ferrying its passenger at extraordinary speeds to nowhere in particular worth going. Freesound Samples : * 277367__jumpel__time-hall * 95544__vumanize__celia * 346690__deleted_user_2104797__lift…

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.

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…

A dangerous game of "How Many Synthesizers Can I Use Before The Computer Catches On Fire?"

come on home mama's in the kitchen silence on the phone some of the pieces still missing you've been away for quite a while a missing link a broken file bad glitchy code that still persists electric ghost that's twice unblessed…

I could see her reflection in the glass windows of the ever growing skyscrapers in the city. I could see her reflection staring back at me from the rivers, and the computer screens, and the bottoms of compact discs. She still lived somewhere…

diverging tributaries an island sanctuary safe from the stream stone somber non-dream she attempts to read the telemetry of this vast temporal sea An island of clocks tied in knots Pause prison for those that time forgot Perching…

flotsam and jetsam tossed ephemera unanswerable question entropic enigma She Crept Through The Lost And Found Seeking Pieces Of Her Thoughts And Dreams Unaware That The World Around Still Flowed Past As A Slow-Moving Stream time is…

off the tracks I fell off the grid red balloon rising with a runaway ID I won't come back I've rose too far propelled by bottle lightning that's exactly what we are to these distant stars we aim to live and surpass our scars…

An attempt at one-armed composition.