Building The Machine Lyrics & Chords By Tinyfish

A true pattern is like a fool. It leads you down unexpected paths, turning and turning until all you can do is trust and continue.
From different eras (the year was 1842)
From different parts (in the shape of a human head)
In different ways —
All the scattered things manifest themselves
As greater and greater intelligence
Removes the choices one by one.
Like a virus, reproducing in a human mind like a wasp in rotten fruit.
Images so horrid, they cannot override the process of creation.
This thing is real – it is real! This thing made of thought is as real as you or I!
The reverse side of a jigsaw puzzle, the film that runs backwards, splitting the atom with a chisel; these are all crude references to the things I feel whilst I’m building the machine.
And I ask – what will be the sign of its completion?
Now I am the fool; following myself down carefully mapped paths, turning and turning, a martyr to trust and continuity.
It’s the same wish –
In the same mind –
For the same goal –