Warm Machine
The Science Of Things 
i memorize the basics
making strange faces
tread slowly for i know
there's a thousand miles to go
without blinking
gravitate spacewards find a home for the head from my basement
no darkness ever left

this is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine
such a warm machine

some days are playful
making play faces
but we  will not let it through
the darkness and the sense
of being born to lose 

this is the night
this is the sound
here comes the warm machine
such a warm machine

this is the life
this is the ground
here comes the warm machine
such a warm machine

if we never know we can olny feel
i'll take the help i'll take a slice
warm alright now cos i feel alright
i memorize the basics
this is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine
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