It feels like I'm losing time and worries.
It feels like I lost my touch.
I can't turn back.
With the little machine,
the little machines in my door.
And I can't keep running in circles.
I won't find the door.
I find myself waiting around, faking it all.
And I cannot hide from the little machines,
the little machines in my door.
All of your days, you have been suffering.
Lay down your fears, cancel your tears.
You
won't be suffering for any more years.
Don't you know who you talk with, mister?
Ambition,
it clouds your mind.
You'll one day find that your heart is spurned.
And it was your turn,
but you did not learn from
mistakes of the little machines,
the little machines at your door.
All of your days,
you have been suffering.
So lay down your fears,
cancel your tears.
You won't be suffering.
And I lie awake and deep in the night,
dreaming and longing
of little machines,
little machines,
little machines, little machines at my door.
I feel me,
this broken melody.