There's a machine inside my head
It's been ticking since the end of time
Echoing the things you said
Swallowing my rest in sleep
I've been waiting for a question that is worthy of all this waiting
But it never comes so time passes like light through glass
Like light through glass shaken but on track
Towards the spark from behind you eyes
There a machine inside my head
It's been tickin' since the end of time
Waitin for creator's voice but hearing only created noise
I've been searching for a answer that is worthy of all this searching
But it never comes and the cold makes me doubt so I wait without hope
Still there is a light shaken by my mind
Still comes from behind you eyes, my Lord