I memorise the basics. Making strange faces. Tread slowly for I know. There's a thousand miles to go. Without blinking. Gravitate spacewards. Find a home for the head from my basement. No darkness ever left. This is the night this is the sound. Here comes the warm machine. Such a warm machine. Somedays are playful. Making play faces. But we will not let it through. The darkness and the sense. Of being born to lose. This is the life this is the ground. Here comes the warm machine. Such a warm machine. If we never know we can only feel. I'll take the help I'll take a slice. Warm alright now cos I feel alright. I memorize the basics. This is the night this is the sound. Here comes the warm machine