T.E.E.S.O.E. - Voices From The Fuselage

Within these walls I am confined

Thrust over our eyes solely to blind

Is it trespassing 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

When we tread on through

Fields of green, lakes 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 circumstance?

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.