Machine Songtext
von Abi Reimold

Organize the things you find
What to keep what to leave behind
Snuggle up to who you′re close to
Do the things that you're supposed to
I could collect, could select
But what reciprocates is disconnect
Laughing hard and losing it′s
Only as good as who you're with
And it's all just another cliche
That doesn′t resonate with me
Try to induce more delay
But we could crash and it would be okay


Do what it takes to stay aligned
Anxiety while learning to drive
The strongest cloth rips at the seam
Aware that flesh is not a machine
An illusion of an elevator
How we create our creator
Grant my my mortality
Make me blind so I won′t see
That there's no scheme, there is no plan
We grow where our seeds happen to land
Burn the bottom of my soul
It′s how you prove you're in control