Salutations RISHLOO
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[Verse 1]
These are only words and artificial tones
We're just skin and bones playing telephone with things
We probably never said at all
This world is stitched with schemes
Where once there was reality
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
The irony engine isn't lost on me
[Verse 2]
The shame is that we saw it coming
In the faces of the young among us on crayon and paper drawings
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
What do they believe?
Where are all their fathers? Where are all their mothers? Who left them there alone with the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
"Figure it out on your own, child"
[Verse 3]
If I still have anything to say, I'll try to make it plain
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have in the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
I'm a voice among the voices
The roar of whispers closes in
And the point seems to be pointless
And I've forgotten who I am
And I've forgotten who I am
These are only words and artificial tones
We're just skin and bones playing telephone with things
We probably never said at all
This world is stitched with schemes
Where once there was reality
It's hard to reach across the unbelievable distances
Between what we really are and who we claim to be
The irony engine isn't lost on me
[Verse 2]
The shame is that we saw it coming
In the faces of the young among us on crayon and paper drawings
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for
What do they believe?
Where are all their fathers? Where are all their mothers? Who left them there alone with the television remote like some Philosopher's Stone
"Figure it out on your own, child"
[Verse 3]
If I still have anything to say, I'll try to make it plain
Contrivance is a luxury I don't have in the time that's left before the madness overtakes me
I'm a voice among the voices
The roar of whispers closes in
And the point seems to be pointless
And I've forgotten who I am
And I've forgotten who I am
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