You should've seen my cursive back then Every letter was above the line My Ps and Qs raised their stems So nothing crossed beneath I'm a little better now
You galvanistic young boy You galvanistic young man You galvanistic young inhuman You understand
Art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves
Most people are jokes but you're so real Most of the time that I use the word "you" Well you know that I'm mostly singing about you
You swore you'd never use The face that your ex invented So let's meet up in Uncanny valley
You galvanistic young boy You galvanistic young man You galvanistic young inhuman You understand
You'll get what you want and you'll get what you deserve
Earlier in the song I used the term "galvanistic," and galvanism is the concept, uh, the obsolete scientific theory that there is a kind of electricity flowing through our bloodstreams, and that was our life force. I used the term because I came across it in "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley, and that book is sort of an exploration of the theme of creating a character or making up a person. So I used the term "galvanistic" to allude to that book as a sort of symbol of how I, like, created you as a character, by pretending that I know a lot more about you than I actually do, and also to refer to the fact that I've fall—fallen in love with the characters you've created in, uh, your body of work. This is the part of the song where I start to regret writing itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
