Pick the front seat to see gravity

Working in the limb of a floating world

Fear the gifts that good men hold

With a flame to torch the world

Burn, die when some day's dawn

Kills your dazzling love

Fire, still burning, higher, although too late

Lyre, still learning, from a cartoon-like fate

From an animated hate

Homesick, homeland, homebound

Let your future shape

Seascape, soulscape, dreamscape

There’s no real escape

There’s a war between you and your heart

And your world is torn apart

And there is a machine in some people’s soul

That builds a soul in all machines

Fire, still burning, preaching about what you lose

My lyre, still learning, from your dead computer blues

Dead computer blues

I know you since the dawn of time

Loved your rhyming singing heart

Rainbow-colored water drops

Rusting your machine bolts

You may find a machine in your soul

That kills the souls in all machines

Fire, still burning, reminding that you never loose

My lyre, still waiting, to sing your dead computer blues

Dead computer blues