Silver Machines

Why do the leaves leave the trees in the wintertime?
 Is there ever a season when they don't want to go?
 I believe the little silver machines will never lie
 I can also see what they'll never know
 G. Kennedy got kicked in the ass
 A couple of times
 For his impersonation of a crow
 I was running free
 In the autumn breeze of cracker night
 Hypnotized bugs fly in the barbecue glow
 Lose yourself now and everything coming
 Feels inherited
 Everything in my life is coming true
 Talking expected
 If people take the checkered flag
 They wouldn't know
 Feelings invented
 The silver machines that stand in the shadow
 Will spotlight
 They generate your head
 I remember Dee, NEC, and black-and-white
 Poets didn't move too fast and their words have grown
 And he really believes that he is Axl Rose
 The music machine is a whore you can have a million times
 Dependably it makes you move too fast or slow
 I'd rather be left with a rain siren sound to rationalize
 Coming up the rails, up the road, to your bedroom show
 Lose yourself now and everything coming
 Feels inherited
 Everything in my life is coming true
 Talking expected
 If people take the checkered flag
 They'd never know
 Feelings invented
 The silver machines that stand in the shadow
 Will spotlight
 The generator head