The words flow, decisions made
Idea's mine, but the inspiration not
Dreams of hangers-on, dreams of getting well
Spells of Esmeralda, emeralds fortold
Splinters in the eye, sentiments remain
Bones are never asked where we going to
It was never up to me
And yet I pushed until it broke

I love the open road, and all that it suggests
Wheelwagon dust, weeds and infidelities and
I always swore our love, never questioned why
In a wooden house, immovable and silent and
Drinking strawberry wine, forever lost in town
And through the sleeping streets
Nightbound and heavy
Wheels in a spoke, still spoken for in sound

Now my gates are high, my friends even higher
Forgotten in my mind
Yet the scars still linger and
Cloud the blue skies, I'm jealous of you birds
Words the only truth, in a world full of words
Hear the prairie sound, in a friend called Neil
The heart is pointed down
But my spirit pointed up
His voice the siren of Greek mythology

I pause with my pen, I begin to defend
Every action taken, every moment sealed
When I was quick, it coursed through open veins
The will to live, the urgency to move
Behind a paneled door, ceiling cherry-stained
I played my guitar
And lived those lonesome notes
Like a dog that's down, in a corner just aside
Waiting to be called, waiting to be yours
Ghosts of a machine without purpose or will

I often speak of you
But the you was always me
'Cause when I speak of me, it's me I ask of you
So let there be no truth
Just trickery in rhymes
Time the only thing, waiting still is death
I hope for resolution, pray one defining moment
Pause without restraint, barren without child
A child is who I was, a child is who I'll die
A child is who I'll die

Soot in my hair, and stars in my hands
Soot in my hair, and stars in my hands
Soot in my hair, and stars in my hands

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Adore Demos II

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Billy Corgan

Adore/Machina demo, included on Greatest Hits/Judas O and the 2025 Machina reissue.