The Projectionist
Have you met the psychopath Living in the trees Filthy old robotic bat, no shred of decency
Misanthrope in scum and rust Monstrous tendencies Reckon he is Beckoning a forced lobotomy
Come with me We’ll teach him, see That old pathetic crock Raid his shack and pummel him Until he cannot walk
Forever watching Forever haunts me Insensate being Addicted to the glow
Pity plans so fatuous Derived from these poor youth Wonder, should I boil them Or maybe turn them loose
Or instead, to clear my head I’ll take them to the booth Trap them there, till they’re aware Of this shut-in's truths
All I see is all I feel I filter out the room Unknown warmth that speaks to me when living through the reel
All I see is all that heals I edit out my gloom Unsung hero dislocates and disbelieves what’s real Unsung hero dislocates and disbelieves what’s real
Undreamed of Scenes I’ve sought Flicker fusion threshold deviant
Sensations Wished upon I’d trade my projections To know why
The frames’ sensations My heart’s foundations Contamination Illuminating woe
[Brandon Guitar Solo]
Surrogate medium Transfers ad nauseam Bound to roam impotent Neural lands endlessly
Undreamed of Scenes I’ve sought Flicker fusion threshold deviant
Sensations Wished upon I’d trade my projections To know why
Undreamed of empathy Flickering lights Retrain me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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