Time Machine

We live for free in our time machine, we'll be waiting forever Fuel is flowing, silence growing I am not afraid of you (in the eyes of fate) Fuel is flowing silence growing I am not afraid of you In the eyes of fate I'm a sick disgrace For stopping to read the rules We live for free in our time machine, we'll be waiting forever The pilot speaks his mind, knowing Full well the crew thinks him divine Memories flow like wine, we're all Drunk on a taste that's mostly fine His existence is a crime in need of Correction