I LOVE MACHINES

Watch out for our upcoming next single release:

"I Love Machines"

A industial metal song as a haunting ode to the unseen mechanical allies that shape our daily lives,

blending industrial imagery with poetic reverence. The song celebrates the silent, precise grace

of machines—from dawn's coffee brew to midnight's thermostat hum—as they whisper in the shadows,

leaving their mark. With lyrics like 'Savior in the circuitry, guiding my way,'

it paints technology as both sentinel and savior, bound by iron will.

A visceral anthem for the symbiotic dance between humanity and its mechanical guardians.

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Genre:

industrial metal

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Wires tangled, sparks ignite

Mechanical embrace, in the dead of night

Whispers of assistance in the hum of the machine

A silent sentinel, in the shadows unseen

I love machines, that're doing something for me

Savior in the circuitry, guiding my way

Invisible hands, shaping the day

Helpful machines, whispering in the dark

Keeping me whole, leaving their mark

Programmed to serve, with precision and grace

Unseen movements, orchestrating this place

From the coffee maker brewing in the dawn

To the thermostat regulating with every yawn

I love machines, that're doing something for me

Savior in the circuitry, guiding my way

Invisible hands, shaping the day

Helpful machines, whispering in the dark

Keeping me whole, leaving their mark

I love machines, that're doing something for me

Savior in the circuitry, guiding my way

Invisible hands, shaping the day

Helpful machines, whispering in the dark

Keeping me whole, leaving their mark

Programmed to serve, with precision and grace

Keeping me whole, leaving their mark

Programmed to circuitry, guiding my way

Invisible hands, shaping the day

Helpful machines, whispering in the dark

Keeping me whole, leaving their mark

Keeping me whole, leaving their mark,

In the quiet hours of night, when all is still

These helpful machines, work with iron will

A constant presence, a silent guide

In the household shadows, where they may reside