The Machine
Mothwing
Performed By
Mothwing
Album UPC
889211328673
CD Baby Track ID
TR0001203308
Label
Mothwing
Released
2015-03-01
BPM
131
Rated
0
ISRC
uscgh1560334
Year
2015
Spotify Plays
156
Writers
Writer
James Edward Dixon
Pub Co
James Edward Dixon
Writer
Brad Roberts
Songwriter ID
1180973
Pub Co
Brad Roberts
Writer
Chris North
Pub Co
Chris North
Writer
Jake Frampton
Songwriter ID
1180974
Pub Co
Jake Frampton
Composer
Brad Roberts, Chris North, Jake Frampton, James Edward Dixon
ClearanceFacebook Sync License,Traditional Sync,YouTube Sync ServiceEasy Clear
Rights Controlled
Master
Rights
Easy Clear: Master
Original/Cover/Public Domain
original
Country
AUSTRALIA - Queensland
Description
Rock with a hint of anti-establishment tones like a complex dark ale.
Notes
The Machine
by Mothwing
There’s a life beyond the sun, aimlessly marching to the drum.
Where time itself has been corrupted; there’s no way back home from there.
And their building a machine,
yeah it’s where I’m supposed to be.
It’s all I’m trained to see.
It’s how they conditioned me.
The cogs of time have now unwound, and the air is hard to breathe.
I guess I’ll see you in good time, and our beings will collide.
Where the void will fill my soul, and my world escapes me.
Where I wanna be, is far from that machine.
We need to escape from this world.
And I’m taking you with me.
Away from the machine.
Beyond the reach of the machine.
Now I’m back at my machine, striking hard on all the keys.
Working on my sweet daydream. The clock is fixed at quart to three.
Man I missed my dam machine,
cause it’s where I’m supposed to be.
It’s all I’m trained to see.
It’s where I wanna be.
It’s how they conditioned me.
by Mothwing
There’s a life beyond the sun, aimlessly marching to the drum.
Where time itself has been corrupted; there’s no way back home from there.
And their building a machine,
yeah it’s where I’m supposed to be.
It’s all I’m trained to see.
It’s how they conditioned me.
The cogs of time have now unwound, and the air is hard to breathe.
I guess I’ll see you in good time, and our beings will collide.
Where the void will fill my soul, and my world escapes me.
Where I wanna be, is far from that machine.
We need to escape from this world.
And I’m taking you with me.
Away from the machine.
Beyond the reach of the machine.
Now I’m back at my machine, striking hard on all the keys.
Working on my sweet daydream. The clock is fixed at quart to three.
Man I missed my dam machine,
cause it’s where I’m supposed to be.
It’s all I’m trained to see.
It’s where I wanna be.
It’s how they conditioned me.
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