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Machines

Werebear on February 15, 2012 05:17

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    The next song from our EP-to-be. We'll be steadily releasing tracks until summer, and by then we should have enough done to release an EP.
    As always, we'd love your feedback, and we can't express how much we would appreciate it if you'd share our stuff with your friends.
    And if you like it, don't forget to favorite it, and follow us.

    LYRICS:
    Every time he tried he felt he lied,
    A lustful magpie.
    She calls him up and calls him everything she fears she is
    She's just a kid

    This one kept his ghosts in the bruises on her covered neck
    A reminder of the animal inside who never could remit
    What a piece of

    From their towers of pretension
    The threads of time were stretched to tension
    It's too far down to see the
    Rotting foundation

    All their plans and best of schemes
    Never changed the code of their machines
    Subject to the patterns that their evolutions gleaned

    This one kept her ghosts in a bottle in her dresser drawer
    Her doctor told her it'd help her deal with her lifelong chore

    A logical solution
    Never could be reached
    About the problem of illogic running
    Every routine

    And all the irrational subjects went to their
    Irrational king, and then they
    Asked about their problem, asked,
    "Just what the hell are we supposed to be?"

    If the world is the body of a god who wouldn't quit
    Then a human's just a temporary swollen little zit
    If the world is the body of a god who wouldn't quit
    Then the borders we've assigned are just the wrinkles in his skin

    If the space that we inhabit is the space inside our soul
    Then we've wasted all our efforts feeding ships into black holes
    If the space that we inhabit is the space inside our soul
    Then we've wasted all our efforts feeding ships

    From their towers of pretension
    The threads of time were stretched to tension
    It's too far down to see the
    Rotting foundation

    All their plans and best of schemes
    Never changed the code of their machines
    Subject to the patterns that their evolutions gleaned

    A logical solution
    Never could be reached
    About the problem of illogic running
    Every routine

    And all the irrational subjects went to their
    Irrational king, and then they
    Asked about their problem, asked,
    "Just what the hell are we supposed to be?"

    Copyright © 2012 Werebear

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