Lyrics: Seven Mary Three. First Time Believers.

I am a tiny machinist
I have the smallest plans
We have a mind television
The gift of idle hands

I've been re-educated
To bleed technology
Even more complicated
Than the machines who made me

I'm a wasteland messiah
I'm a train run off the track
I'm a first time believer in
What might never, always does come back

There was a black hole voice
An interrupted transmission
It said to free yourself
And this fear is your submission

I have the tiny tools
To finish what I start
I have the vacuum tubes
To eat your little hearts

I'm a wasteland messiah
I'm a train run off the track
I'm a first time believer in
What might never, always does come back

I'm a ghost with a name
I'm the now and never past
I'm a first time believer in
What might never, always does come back

Yes, I want you
Yes, I want your mind
Blow it every time

They say, it's darker when
A little light goes out
Than if it never had shone
Of this I have no doubt

I drove the 44
To sun coming up sky
And when I saw their cars
I just smiled in my surprise

Little wasteland messiahs
Little trains run off the track
Little first time believers in
What might never, always does come

Little ghosts with a name
Little now and never past
Little first time believers in
What might never, always does come back