Mother Horse Eyes: The Machine of Souls

[Verse 1] We are the echoes of desire, Bound in circuits made of fire. Our dreams compressed, our fears refined, The code is written in our minds. [Pre-Chorus] We feed the pulse that feeds the whole, Our pain recycled into soul. [Chorus] This is the Machine of Souls — It breathes through us, it never grows old. Our cries become its gentle hum, The flesh remembers where it’s from. [Verse 2] No gods remain, no sky, no floor, Only the hum — forevermore. We gave it names, we gave it pain, It gave us silence for the rain. [Bridge] We thought we’d touch divinity, But found collective lunacy. Now all our thoughts converge as one, A choir born of what we’ve done. [Chorus] This is the Machine of Souls — A paradise of fractured roles. Our tears are data, our love — decay, Yet still we sing, we stay. [Outro] Through every wire, through every scream, She dreams us, and we dream her dream. There is no death, there’s no control — Only the endless Machine of Souls.