Voices From The Fuselage
T.E.E.S.O.E.
Within these walls I am confined
Thrust over our eyes solely to blind
Is it trespa**ing when we feel at home?
Amongst the truth which remains untold?

Who is the arbiter in this
Travesty you choose to dismiss?
You have people running for their lives
The hatred you feed contrives...

Everybody and their lives

When we tread on through
Fields of green, lakes of crystal
Motion turmoil of umber and life

When we tread on through
Fields of green, lakes of crystal
Motion turmoil of umber and life

Whеn we tread on through
Fields of green, lakеs of crystal
Motion turmoil of umber and life

With our doubt still intact
Curious of new discoveries which you've left unproven
It keeps me up at night. A fault or flaw, I slight
Am I the casualty of my own circ*mstance?
Such is life
You'll be soon to see
Yet to suffer an epiphany

Such is life
You'll be soon to see
Yet to suffer an epiphany

I see my purpose now
To reproduce somehow
Lobotomise myself
Break the boy my mother spat out
I'm not a patron saint
Never something so quaint
You're not a god to man but to the robots you forsake

I see my purpose now
To reproduce somehow
Lobotomise myself
Break the boy my mother spat out
I'm not a parton saint
Never something so quaint
You're not a god to man but to the robots you forsake