In and out these worlds of mine Travelling inside an ego-amplifying prism which shine Casts of hologhraphic reflections of supposed greatness Boasting prophets proclaiming self-containment Well tear their skins and burn their bones ‘Cause they’re fathered by discrepancy and spat from most insecure loins But trial and error is our way to grow And in good human tradition the only way we know
Not that I embrace or even care to admit To this quality innate to the slow moving aeons lying behind As we’re nature’s first and dirty way to compute with meat Making us the inadequate yet colourful race we are
And know us for what we are Data transcribed into the flesh One simple explanation for this delusional mess Our inability to maintain true purpose
And take us for what we are Rusty machinery left behind… By an ever complexifying world Always expanding itself in every way Novelty moving together always Time condensing, always accelerates Beyond the point where human models break
And how I miss her, emotional being with light in her eyes How she could make me forget all imperfection by her delicate ways I shed her tears, I bear her fears In all those years no one ever came so close In showing me what we’re really all about
What humanity’s all about That in spite of all deformation and neglect We have the power to take this life in our hand And lift it above all misery and pain Through the love for another human being
But how far we journey out from this grace Losing ourselves to the insatiable darkness meandering itself through our race Always returning with less than when we left An embarrassing nakedness in my multiplicity of self
Back in my crowded niche Where I have to slam my head against white walls to get some peace And in good human tradition can’t decide Whether to destroy or to constructTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
