Lyrics:

I am a tiny machinist. I have the smallest plans. I have a mind television. The gift of idle hands. I've been re-educated. To bleed technology. Even more complicated than the machines who made me. I'm a wasteland messiah. I'm a train run off the track. I'm a first time believer in. What might never always does. Come back... There was a blackhole voice. An interrupted transmission. It said to free yourself. And that fear is your submission. I have the tiny tools. To finish what I start. I have the vacuum tubes to eat your little hearts. I'm a wasteland messiah. I'm a train run off the track. I'm a first time believer in. What might never always does come back. I'm a ghost with a name. I'm the now and never past. I'm a first time believer in what might never always does. Come back. Yes, I want you. Yes, I want your mind. Blow it every time. They say it's darker when a little light goes out than if it never had shone. Of this I have no doubt. I drove the 44. To sun coming up sky. And when I saw their cars, I just smiled in my surprise. Little wasteland messiahs. Little trains run off the track. Little first time believers in. What might never always does. Come. Little ghosts with a name. Little now and never past. Little first time believers in. What might never always does. Come back.