memory machine þarký sözü

red wire: right temple
black wire: left temple
red wire: right temple
black wire: left temple
there are times i think eternal life ain´t such a bad gig
smoke all you want and see the planets
if and only if they find a way to cure the longing
the distant panic
someday, i´m telling you
they´ll make a memory machine
to wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
to wash away the grief
someday, i´m telling you
they´ll make a memory machine
to wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
to wash away the grief
there are folks that say to have a soul you´ve got to suffer
well lately i´ve had my rda of that
and call it fascist but i know that someday happy
will be all that matters
someday, i´m telling you
they´ll make a memory machine
to wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
to wash away the grief
someday, i´m telling you
they´ll make a memory machine
to wax our hearts to a blinding sheen
to wash away the grief
poetry, aldous huxley¡ªyeah, yeah, yeah, it´ll be a relief
if they can make machines to save us labor
someday they´ll do our hearts the very same favor
the wails of ruined lives brought to a halt
by the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults
red wire: right temple
black wire: left temple
red wire: right temple
black wire: left temple