Come all you mortals and gather round
To hear the tale of the spiral down
The ancient heart within us all
Forced to splinter into nothing at all

Come the Tall-Tale Industry

There was The Spirit and The Machine
The mechanical philistine
That demanded for order and perfection;
Power over the great unseen

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The Spirit was made obsolete
When the machine hatched a heartless scheme
That understood she could be enslaved
To do just what she does so naturally

Under it's authority, they turned her into a factory
Tradition ruled that she ought to be
The farce of law that she give her sons one by one
Unwillingly, until she's done

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You'll give your dreams up one by one
To the machine until you're gone
The horrors of etiquette, how to speak and think
Who to marry and what to eat

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Come children, to hear the warped generation
Should they realize they were forced to
Pass on such a twisted belief
Just because it's always been

To the Tall-Tale Industry

Tradition, Laws, and Lies
The prison of Civility
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