Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.

A steampunk nation
Baby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning 'cause
Our art's official and only partially artificial
And our heart's in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal but
There's not where it settles
Because it's beating to the steaming of God's hottest pot or kettle

And now we face it, this creation we made to
To save our craving for a synthetic rebelnation it's
Our safeway they make into a pathetic revelation
In our steampunk nation
Our steampunk nation

Thoughts are like burning stars, and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe.

Authors can write stories without people assuming that they are autobiographies, but songwriters and poets are often considered to be the characters in their works. I like Michelangelo's vision, 'I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

An artistic perspective will jab at you from a different angle; its logic comes like a pitcher with a curveball.

If I knew what to do
I'd do more than write a song for you