Testo di The Machine Cannot Forget

Mechanics are desperate like me. Unrehearsed even though Thousands of hours in places like these. Adults are desperate and mean Overdressed even though Thousands of dollars and magazines Tripping wires long ago dead So speech flows and reaches sorrows. Adults are desperate like mechanics Marooned for life on distant planets Babies born of time and panic What i would do if i'd remember to. Humans are born and then they're gone Infinite worlds maintained in one We contact none. Adults are distant, lost on planets Marooned for life by mathematics Equations solving time with panic What i would do if i'd remember to.