I write about words, I find treasure or worse 
I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird 
I remain aloft and I forget a lot 
I try not to try and I can remember or not 
I'm a real machine, it follows 
You're a real machine, fed on shadows 
I'm a real machine. Follow? 
You're a real machine, we're fed on shadows 
I return your gaze and I wait in the rain 
All inchoate desires, I do what I hate 
I remain aloft and I forget a lot 
Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not 
You're a real machine, it follows, 
I'm a real machine. Follow. 
I'm a real machine, it follows 
You're a real machine, fed on shadows. 
I'm a real machine, it follows 
You're a real machine. Fed on shadows