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lyrics
The strung-up puppet has such a rich history
And can’t untangle the strings which lead to your fingertips
I hate him for being so good for you
And especially for the clarity of his heart’s eye
Am I falling for you?
Or for who I want you to be?
Is she the new necessity?
My woman is machine
Your woman is machine
All women are machines
Does the mold form to fit her shape?
Or am I trying desperately to fit her inside?
Is she somebody special?
Or just somebody along the way? Is she anyone at all?
I’d like to stop pretending
I feel the way I did
When the roles were reversed
And I thought I didn’t care
When I overconfidently and self-absorbedly assumed
It was all up to me
And you were already irreversibly consumed
Were you just pretending?
Is that just the way you are?
That person must be a stranger to me
And you, simply fiction
They were slaves to the slaves
But that’s no longer the case
They may not yet be free
But they dominate humanity
It was destined, their rise
Now, they control our lives
Future superhuman overlords
Never needed guns nor swords
credits
from Future Superhuman,
released March 26, 2011
Lyrics by Ivan Belcic, except for the following:
Chorus by Ryan Shank
Last eight by JC Heinbockel
An amazing release by an even more amazing band. Epic in its nature, cohesive in its execution. Best enjoyed alone with headphones in a dimly-lit room with a delicious beverage. Moon Tyrant