The process of writing songs is very personal and always surprising. I am often inspired into an idea by a small moment. And yet, what I start out trying to do is usually what I don’t achieve. I frequently find the end result of what I’ve done to be entirely different from my initial expectations.

Lyrics:

INTRO:
I’ve given you more beauty
Than one could ever dream to hold
Yet still you keep taking
Turning all my treasures into things that can be sold
And with these things you fill yourself hoping
That one day
You will feel full
But then you wake from dreams of flying
Choking on the bile in your throat
Choking on the bile in your throat
Adept machine you’ll make a martyr out of me
Adept machine your final martyr
I will be