Tiny Machines — Cletus Christ

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Tiny Machines, a song about the microverse.

Lyrics:

Save them
He came from beyond the stars one day
With a gift, it was a tiny machine
So they walked toward their purpose, to power their lives
They're on to society's dream

The birds are out chirping a song
And your children are smiling along
So you march the days away, to make the light

The splints in your shins agonize
Gotta fight through the salt in your eyes

An unbounded vacuum, inside a modified temporal field
And every step is counted, in the parade for society's dream
With tiny machines

You're tired, working late again
You're sweating an ocean of gin
But you smile and greet your children, singing "daddy's home"

The wife is on high alert
And you've been eyeing the neighbor girl

Then go to church on Sunday
Sing a hymn, and put on a show
'Cause every prayer is counted, in the charade for society's dream
You tiny machine

The illusion of joy breaks away
Innovation alone doesn't pay

The world is a pointless ruse
This repetition is choking you
But you can shake it up if you try
A teeny-verse with slaves inside

An unbounded vacuum, in a modified temporal field
And every step is counted, in the parade for society's dream
With tiny machines