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lyrics

Every time he tried he felt he lied,
A lustful magpie.
She calls him up and calls him everything she fears she is
She's just a kid

This one kept his ghosts in the bruises on her covered neck
A reminder of the animal inside who never could remit
What a piece of

From their towers of pretension
The threads of time were stretched to tension
It's too far down to see the
Rotting foundation

All their plans and best of schemes
Never changed the code of their machines
Subject to the patterns that their evolutions gleaned

This one kept her ghosts in a bottle in her dresser drawer
Her doctor told her it'd help her deal with her lifelong chore

A logical solution
Never could be reached
About the problem of illogic running
Every routine

And all the irrational subjects went to their
Irrational king, and then they
Asked about their problem, asked,
"Just what the hell are we supposed to be?"

If the world is the body of a god who wouldn't quit
Then a human's just a temporary swollen little zit
If the world is the body of a god who wouldn't quit
Then the borders we've assigned are just the wrinkles in his skin

If the space that we inhabit is the space inside our soul
Then we've wasted all our efforts feeding ships into black holes
If the space that we inhabit is the space inside our soul
Then we've wasted all our efforts feeding ships

From their towers of pretension
The threads of time were stretched to tension
It's too far down to see the
Rotting foundation

All their plans and best of schemes
Never changed the code of their machines
Subject to the patterns that their evolutions gleaned

A logical solution
Never could be reached
About the problem of illogic running
Every routine

And all the irrational subjects went to their
Irrational king, and then they
Asked about their problem, asked,
"Just what the hell are we supposed to be?"

credits

from Feline Reactions to Bearded Men, track released February 14, 2012
Max Gerlock: Vocals, guitar, programming, engineering, songwriting
Nick Gerlock: Synth, songwriting.
Kort Heyneman: Guitar.

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