Lyrics

I am a tiny machinist I have the smallest plans I have a mind television The gift of idle hands I've been re-educated To bleed technology Even more complicated than the machines who made me I'm a wasteland messiah I'm a train run off the track I'm a first time believer in What might never always does Come back... There was a blackhole voice An interrupted transmission It said to free yourself And that fear is your submission I have the tiny tools To finish what I start I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts I'm a wasteland messiah I'm a train run off the track I'm a first time believer in What might never always does come back I'm a ghost with a name I'm the now and never past I'm a first time believer in what might never always does Come back Yes, I want you Yes, I want your mind Blow it every time They say it's darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone Of this I have no doubt I drove the 44 To sun coming up sky And when I saw their cars I just smiled in my surprise Little wasteland messiahs Little trains run off the track Little first time believers in What might never always does Come Little ghosts with a name Little now and never past Little first time believers in What might never always does Come back