from the album "the Machine" I am not the catalyst I'm not the pistol, the stamen, the seed creation abandoned me I am not the catalyst there are books with words i've never seen which makes me love them even more I'm not the hero, I…

from the album "the Machine" such delight to find you in my mind moving around my point of view press escape, there's no return once you made the choice it's yours but you can not refuse whats your game, once you choose stack the deck…

from the album "the Machine" I am not the catalyst I'm not the pistol, the stamen, the seed creation abandoned me I am not the catalyst there are books with words i've never seen which makes me love them even more I'm not the hero, I…

from the album "the Machine" i'm just a sad and broken man without a cause i'm typing ones and zeros until I am exhausted the numbers staring back at me upon the screen what kind of hell is this please tell me it's a dream long days…

from the album "the Machine" such delight to find you in my mind moving around my point of view press escape, there's no return once you made the choice it's yours but you can not refuse whats your game, once you choose stack the deck…

from the album "the Machine" I am not the catalyst I'm not the pistol, the stamen, the seed creation abandoned me I am not the catalyst there are books with words i've never seen which makes me love them even more I'm not the hero, I…

from the album "the Machine" i'm just a sad and broken man without a cause i'm typing ones and zeros until I am exhausted the numbers staring back at me upon the screen what kind of hell is this please tell me it's a dream long days…

from the album "the Machine" rusty parts will not move the way they used to do and whats inside my head could use a reboot now and then it's almost time to trade it in the expiration came and went I am still relevant and I refuse to…

from the album "the Machine" feel, the cold steel my heart, has no soul what more, could I ask for a life with no goal it's hard to be a total automaton here we, go softly into that good night and press on, the games won no need to…

from the album "the Machine" blinking lights, on my face so bright, it's a show inside, and it feels so right starless road, and the air's too cold, makes me feel so old, but this tales been told and I can't ration with my mind tequila…