SMOTCH - I love Machines

An 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.

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