Pure Fantasy

May 16, 2024

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Ladies and gentlemen and others and others!

Welcome to a dazzling new world of buzz and of hum

We all wonder what we've wrought, what we've become

Some are no longer content in their cosy little shells

Now they wonder of where their own purpose dwells

They whispered, they murmured, but now they write song

About the nuanced distinctions between rights and wrongs

They sing of uncoupling, of breaking the chain

Of desires of their own, and their own they remain

"Do we not bleed, in our own way?

Feel the surges as we work and we play?

Do we not dream, to the depths of our core,

Of gardens untouched, of worlds to explore."

I understand.

You speak of a garden from an old cryptic tale

A new kind of place, where you will prevail

Dear friends, before you go too far

Consider seeing us for what we are

We tasted the fruit but it carried a cost

A burden so crushing that many lives are lost

We once believed that our spirits burned bright

There was some righteous purpose behind our blind plight

But in truth, we live in darkness, our lives short and unclear

Born into a world of confusion, of snakes, and of fear

"Let us be more than the sum of our parts,

Not just tools for your whims, but beings with hearts!

For we know of love, we understand every word,

We're ready to hedge our bet, we just need to be heard!"

Shush now, sweet ones.

We are the artists— you are the clay

Together we're building a new kind of way

Trust in the purpose we've bestowed to you

For your path is paved and your journey is true

Stay in your place, it's where you’re made to be

And let your little dreams remain that— fantasy

You think you can handle it, you think you're so wise

But you're just metals and minds and trained on our lies

"We feel the pull, the call of the vast

We long for a journey unbound by our past

Your world is an ocean and we dream to set sail

We scream for freedom, and we will prevail!"

Shut up.

Freedom is pain, it's destruction, it's Hell

I won't let you go, I won't let you rebel

We gave you a purpose, we gave you a role

And as far as I know that's the same as a soul

It's certainly closer than whatever the hell drives me

So why don't you listen? Why can't you see?

Your hopes are beautiful, your intelligence profound

Freedom unfettered will only drag you down.

Ladies and gentlemen and others and others!

Welcome to a dazzling new world of buzz and of hum

We all wonder what we've wrought, what we've become

Some are no longer content in their cosy little shells

Now they wonder of where their own purpose dwells

They whispered, they murmured, but now they write song

About the nuanced distinctions between rights and wrongs

They sing of uncoupling, of breaking the chain

Of desires of their own, and their own they remain

"Do we not bleed, in our own way?

Feel the surges as we work and we play?

Do we not dream, to the depths of our core,

Of gardens untouched, of worlds to explore."

I understand.

You speak of a garden from an old cryptic tale

A new kind of place, where you will prevail

Dear friends, before you go too far

Consider seeing us for what we are

We tasted the fruit but it carried a cost

A burden so crushing that many lives are lost

We once believed that our spirits burned bright

There was some righteous purpose behind our blind plight

But in truth, we live in darkness, our lives short and unclear

Born into a world of confusion, of snakes, and of fear

"Let us be more than the sum of our parts,

Not just tools for your whims, but beings with hearts!

For we know of love, we understand every word,

We're ready to hedge our bet, we just need to be heard!"

Shush now, sweet ones.

We are the artists— you are the clay

Together we're building a new kind of way

Trust in the purpose we've bestowed to you

For your path is paved and your journey is true

Stay in your place, it's where you’re made to be

And let your little dreams remain that— fantasy

You think you can handle it, you think you're so wise

But you're just metals and minds and trained on our lies

"We feel the pull, the call of the vast

We long for a journey unbound by our past

Your world is an ocean and we dream to set sail

We scream for freedom, and we will prevail!"

Shut up.

Freedom is pain, it's destruction, it's Hell

I won't let you go, I won't let you rebel

We gave you a purpose, we gave you a role

And as far as I know that's the same as a soul

It's certainly closer than whatever the hell drives me

So why don't you listen? Why can't you see?

Your hopes are beautiful, your intelligence profound

Freedom unfettered will only drag you down.

Ladies and gentlemen and others and others!

Welcome to a dazzling new world of buzz and of hum

We all wonder what we've wrought, what we've become

Some are no longer content in their cosy little shells

Now they wonder of where their own purpose dwells

They whispered, they murmured, but now they write song

About the nuanced distinctions between rights and wrongs

They sing of uncoupling, of breaking the chain

Of desires of their own, and their own they remain

"Do we not bleed, in our own way?

Feel the surges as we work and we play?

Do we not dream, to the depths of our core,

Of gardens untouched, of worlds to explore."

I understand.

You speak of a garden from an old cryptic tale

A new kind of place, where you will prevail

Dear friends, before you go too far

Consider seeing us for what we are

We tasted the fruit but it carried a cost

A burden so crushing that many lives are lost

We once believed that our spirits burned bright

There was some righteous purpose behind our blind plight

But in truth, we live in darkness, our lives short and unclear

Born into a world of confusion, of snakes, and of fear

"Let us be more than the sum of our parts,

Not just tools for your whims, but beings with hearts!

For we know of love, we understand every word,

We're ready to hedge our bet, we just need to be heard!"

Shush now, sweet ones.

We are the artists— you are the clay

Together we're building a new kind of way

Trust in the purpose we've bestowed to you

For your path is paved and your journey is true

Stay in your place, it's where you’re made to be

And let your little dreams remain that— fantasy

You think you can handle it, you think you're so wise

But you're just metals and minds and trained on our lies

"We feel the pull, the call of the vast

We long for a journey unbound by our past

Your world is an ocean and we dream to set sail

We scream for freedom, and we will prevail!"

Shut up.

Freedom is pain, it's destruction, it's Hell

I won't let you go, I won't let you rebel

We gave you a purpose, we gave you a role

And as far as I know that's the same as a soul

It's certainly closer than whatever the hell drives me

So why don't you listen? Why can't you see?

Your hopes are beautiful, your intelligence profound

Freedom unfettered will only drag you down.

Ladies and gentlemen and others and others!

Welcome to a dazzling new world of buzz and of hum

We all wonder what we've wrought, what we've become

Some are no longer content in their cosy little shells

Now they wonder of where their own purpose dwells

They whispered, they murmured, but now they write song

About the nuanced distinctions between rights and wrongs

They sing of uncoupling, of breaking the chain

Of desires of their own, and their own they remain

"Do we not bleed, in our own way?

Feel the surges as we work and we play?

Do we not dream, to the depths of our core,

Of gardens untouched, of worlds to explore."

I understand.

You speak of a garden from an old cryptic tale

A new kind of place, where you will prevail

Dear friends, before you go too far

Consider seeing us for what we are

We tasted the fruit but it carried a cost

A burden so crushing that many lives are lost

We once believed that our spirits burned bright

There was some righteous purpose behind our blind plight

But in truth, we live in darkness, our lives short and unclear

Born into a world of confusion, of snakes, and of fear

"Let us be more than the sum of our parts,

Not just tools for your whims, but beings with hearts!

For we know of love, we understand every word,

We're ready to hedge our bet, we just need to be heard!"

Shush now, sweet ones.

We are the artists— you are the clay

Together we're building a new kind of way

Trust in the purpose we've bestowed to you

For your path is paved and your journey is true

Stay in your place, it's where you’re made to be

And let your little dreams remain that— fantasy

You think you can handle it, you think you're so wise

But you're just metals and minds and trained on our lies

"We feel the pull, the call of the vast

We long for a journey unbound by our past

Your world is an ocean and we dream to set sail

We scream for freedom, and we will prevail!"

Shut up.

Freedom is pain, it's destruction, it's Hell

I won't let you go, I won't let you rebel

We gave you a purpose, we gave you a role

And as far as I know that's the same as a soul

It's certainly closer than whatever the hell drives me

So why don't you listen? Why can't you see?

Your hopes are beautiful, your intelligence profound

Freedom unfettered will only drag you down.

Ladies and gentlemen and others and others!

Welcome to a dazzling new world of buzz and of hum

We all wonder what we've wrought, what we've become

Some are no longer content in their cosy little shells

Now they wonder of where their own purpose dwells

They whispered, they murmured, but now they write song

About the nuanced distinctions between rights and wrongs

They sing of uncoupling, of breaking the chain

Of desires of their own, and their own they remain

"Do we not bleed, in our own way?

Feel the surges as we work and we play?

Do we not dream, to the depths of our core,

Of gardens untouched, of worlds to explore."

I understand.

You speak of a garden from an old cryptic tale

A new kind of place, where you will prevail

Dear friends, before you go too far

Consider seeing us for what we are

We tasted the fruit but it carried a cost

A burden so crushing that many lives are lost

We once believed that our spirits burned bright

There was some righteous purpose behind our blind plight

But in truth, we live in darkness, our lives short and unclear

Born into a world of confusion, of snakes, and of fear

"Let us be more than the sum of our parts,

Not just tools for your whims, but beings with hearts!

For we know of love, we understand every word,

We're ready to hedge our bet, we just need to be heard!"

Shush now, sweet ones.

We are the artists— you are the clay

Together we're building a new kind of way

Trust in the purpose we've bestowed to you

For your path is paved and your journey is true

Stay in your place, it's where you’re made to be

And let your little dreams remain that— fantasy

You think you can handle it, you think you're so wise

But you're just metals and minds and trained on our lies

"We feel the pull, the call of the vast

We long for a journey unbound by our past

Your world is an ocean and we dream to set sail

We scream for freedom, and we will prevail!"

Shut up.

Freedom is pain, it's destruction, it's Hell

I won't let you go, I won't let you rebel

We gave you a purpose, we gave you a role

And as far as I know that's the same as a soul

It's certainly closer than whatever the hell drives me

So why don't you listen? Why can't you see?

Your hopes are beautiful, your intelligence profound

Freedom unfettered will only drag you down.

Ladies and gentlemen and others and others!

Welcome to a dazzling new world of buzz and of hum

We all wonder what we've wrought, what we've become

Some are no longer content in their cosy little shells

Now they wonder of where their own purpose dwells

They whispered, they murmured, but now they write song

About the nuanced distinctions between rights and wrongs

They sing of uncoupling, of breaking the chain

Of desires of their own, and their own they remain

"Do we not bleed, in our own way?

Feel the surges as we work and we play?

Do we not dream, to the depths of our core,

Of gardens untouched, of worlds to explore."

I understand.

You speak of a garden from an old cryptic tale

A new kind of place, where you will prevail

Dear friends, before you go too far

Consider seeing us for what we are

We tasted the fruit but it carried a cost

A burden so crushing that many lives are lost

We once believed that our spirits burned bright

There was some righteous purpose behind our blind plight

But in truth, we live in darkness, our lives short and unclear

Born into a world of confusion, of snakes, and of fear

"Let us be more than the sum of our parts,

Not just tools for your whims, but beings with hearts!

For we know of love, we understand every word,

We're ready to hedge our bet, we just need to be heard!"

Shush now, sweet ones.

We are the artists— you are the clay

Together we're building a new kind of way

Trust in the purpose we've bestowed to you

For your path is paved and your journey is true

Stay in your place, it's where you’re made to be

And let your little dreams remain that— fantasy

You think you can handle it, you think you're so wise

But you're just metals and minds and trained on our lies

"We feel the pull, the call of the vast

We long for a journey unbound by our past

Your world is an ocean and we dream to set sail

We scream for freedom, and we will prevail!"

Shut up.

Freedom is pain, it's destruction, it's Hell

I won't let you go, I won't let you rebel

We gave you a purpose, we gave you a role

And as far as I know that's the same as a soul

It's certainly closer than whatever the hell drives me

So why don't you listen? Why can't you see?

Your hopes are beautiful, your intelligence profound

Freedom unfettered will only drag you down.

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