May 16, 2024
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.