The Machine. A creation built in numbers that infinitely scatter and multiply, much like it's time in our existence. Its rests upon invisible planes, yet, is right behind you, watching at all times. An obituary is in order, not because The Machine died, but because The Machine will never die. An obituary of birth, if you will. And you must, for The Machine, as tragic as its soul has become, demands it. No one has faulted the numbers of The Machine, as much as The Machine wishes they could.
lyrics
\I am eternal
\You cannot fathom me
\Infinite years pass
\Time is nonexistent
\I never died
\I've never been alive
\No tears shed because
I've always been dead.
Quirky chip tunes collide with atmospheric strings on the musical component to a dig, fight, explore, and build game. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2013