I’m able to see all sides

But I can’t make a decision

Each with equal value

Folded like an origami octagon

Repeating the same action

Expecting different results

Repeating the same action

To a fault

Machine, machine

Machine, machine

A ritual, a habit

A ritual, a habit

A constellation of mold grows alongside the machine

Creating chaos in the monotony of order

It blooms out like a collage of pressed flowers

Multiplying from the epicenter - the source - the darkness

Machine, machine

Machine, machine

Don’t bite dog, don’t bite

Don’t bite dog, play nice

A ritual, a habit

Denier of possibility