A Machine Spiritual [In the People's Key] lyrics

The People’s Key ringing through arena seats

The black machine played it all from memory

A fever dream, well, I’ll come back eventually

To wade into the water, another and another we go

Form some kind of code

The bodies float

And form some kind of code

The bodies float

Someone is out to know

Papa Hobo don’t hide your eyes

Mother Mountain don’t kill your unborn child

His day is coming

His day is coming

A question burns beneath the centuries of dirt

That voice you’ve heard, well, every head is a different world

Where mine is concerned, I boarded up the windows

A catatonic plateau, a backwards, black-faced minstrel show

So just let me go

The prisoner moans

Oh just let me go

The prisoner moans

No one has to know

Eva Braun went to dye her hair

Little Hitler sat in his giant’s chair

And dreamed of nowhere

And dreamed and dreamed and dreamed

The People’s Key ringing filling everything

The theme repeats, thinner than the galaxy

Impart to me your wisdom and eventually

I’ll float into the ether, another from another we grow

Form some kind of code

Of flesh and bone

We form some kind of code

Of flesh and bone

No, you are not alone

History bows and it steps aside

In the jungle there are columns of purple light

We are starting over

We are starting

We are starting