Metamachine (ft. Kasane Teto)

art by MiZurgh https://www.instagram.com/mizurgh/ terminal ticking with a chicken inside bandcamp: https://mekaloton.bandcamp.com/album/third-rail spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4Zp1ErDlzvgIhqVp8s7OQI?si=HS4ptDWPQe6gqqy4iAF8xA wav + stems: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IjDI_epKddaFVbbgK9iwMlijR8T_TH3J?usp=sharing discord (18+): https://discord.gg/RfqAAdSJVe give me your hard-earned money: https://ko-fi.com/mekaloton LYRICS: maybe i’ll fake it, maybe i’ll make it, maybe i’ll take it, one of these days writing my name in second-rate silver, drawing your face in guillotine grey everything fading, color degrading, lighting and shading falling away but the machine still sputters on forward, following arrows leading astray maybe i’ll find you just to remind you that i’m behind you all of the time how does it feel on top of your mountain while i still sit here trying to climb? guess i’ll keep moving, never improving, do what i’m doing, keeping in line if i can’t fix these withering pieces then i’ll just call this agony mine coming alive, now i gotta decide terminal ticking with a chip in its side stop, drop, shatter my pride or put the keys in and try what i’ve tried thinking ‘bout nothing but the blinking on-screen hidden under numbers, four and zero and three try and try again, for whatever it means wires in the wires in the metamachine maybe i started for a good reason, but i keep going, do you know why? call me a shark ‘cause if i stop moving all of my circuits sputter and die think you can hear me if i start speaking, but i don’t think you’ll give it a try said i was done with telling you stories, now i just sit here telling you lies maybe i’ll never get what i want, but now i’ve gone so far digging below so i’ll just keep on tunneling down no matter how hot my instruments glow if it just took me walking through hell, i’d put my good boots on, give it a go put me through junkyards and i’ll feel nothing, saying “ad altiora tendo” coming alive, now i gotta decide terminal ticking with a chip in its side stop, drop, shatter my pride or put the keys in and try what i’ve tried thinking ‘bout nothing but the blinking on-screen hidden under numbers, four and zero and three try and try again, for whatever it means wires in the wires in the metamachine