Enigma Machine from Enigma Machine by Rob Stuart's Electronic Dream Factory

Drowning in the depths of your chaotic grace,
A pageant of madness, no light to embrace.
Twisted reflections in the shards of your soul,
The storm and the stillness, the heart and the hole.

The Enigma Machine.
The Enigma Machine.

Ink-stained pages of stories untold,
Your laughter like thunder, your silence ice cold.
A tapestry woven with cords of the damned,
Each thread a nightmare, with the touch of your hand.

Your love is like The Enigma Machine.
You remind me of The Enigma Machine.

Whispers and screams, a war in your chest,
You twist like smoke, never letting me rest.
One thousand faces hide in the dim,
The ambiguous dance, I’m eternally lost in.

Your love is like The Enigma Machine.
You remind me of The Enigma Machine.
Your love is like The Enigma Machine.
You remind me of The Enigma Machine.

• Electronic
• ambient
• chillout
• downtempo experimental
• new age
• Toronto