Weast of Eden

This is a time machine

I’ve been wandering around down Weast of Eden

This tongue’s gone under control

To the ghosts in the rivers and the radio

This body was a time machine, screaming in the light back in ‘93

Spending this whole life to find ways to come out, to come out of it

-This whole life to come out

This body was a time machine

I call it the humiliation factory

Just waiting for any omen from the ghosts in the rivers of the in-between

Death was a quiet machine, turning all the earth into tiny dreams that keep singing

Weast of Eden

Weast of Eden

And whenever gravity, can’t keep carrying this merry-go-round again

It’s enough to leave just something lighter, lighter for the underground

Something lighter, lighter for the underground

This body was a time machine looking down on a tiny screen

When I feel just like some simulation

Please, please don’t ask me to recall my life

You know the only underlining concatenation is humiliation

There's no other way around it’s just humiliation

When I open up my mouth it’s just humiliation

If laughter could fill the empty space and isolation

Then I could heal the nation, with all of my humiliation

-Thats a fact.

Me and Jesus makes three -keep singing

Weast of Eden,

I’m Weast of Eden