Seven Mary Three - First Time Believers 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.
