Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connor's Soliloquy, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XVII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Connor's Soliloquy |
I’ve been ordered here for a purpose |
Due to my experience from a career in the service |
To all appearances, I’m merely a person |
But there are circuits concealed in the surface |
But nobody’s perfect, not even mine |
I can see the fear she’s feeling inside |
But can’t quite empathise with the reason she is crying |
But I don’t need to deal with it, my priority |
Is reaching the scene of the crime, high-rise horror scene |
I’m only even here to provide quality, authority |
On whatever unfolded on this property |
So once I told it to the SWAT, I’ll see what subtletly I can reveal |
And employ in my appeal |
To the android with whom I’m gonna have to deal |
Seems antisocial but on closer inspection |
There’s definitely some personal connection |
Whether he was turned due to hurt or rejection |
There’s a little girl needing urgent protection |
Who doesn’t deserve this aggression, now for me |
To be stepping out to the penthouse balcony |
Ow, did he really fire a round at me? |
Ding! |
How could he think it’d help anything? |
Now, we’re really in a painful conundrum |
I’m gonna begin with a straightforward introduction |
I’m Connor |
Would you do me the honour of stepping off the ledge? |
No, not the edge, are you off your head? |
He’s gotten scared, had enough and said if we stepped any closer |
They’d be dropping dead, fate hanging by a cotton thread |
Or a copper wire or it might be fibre-optic |
I am trying to inquire into what has got his clock ticking |
But there isn’t time for the whys and the whats |
This is life on the line and it’s my job to stop this |
It’s not a trick you can fix with a drop kick |
Clifftop, cliffhanger, logic that is toxic |
It’s rock solid but he’s standing on a rock cliff |
So no SWAT longshot’s gonna stop this |
No sudden change of heart from a soft kiss |
No M. Night Shyamalan shock plot twist |
This is an uncommon situation, I do not wish |
That one of my songs had a really big drop, shh |
If only things could have been different |
If only things could have been different |
If only |
If I’d have just listened better, I could have sussed this in a second |
The blood dripping on the dresser couldn’t have been any fresher |
I guess I must have given into the pressure |
But luckily, I’ve been given a little refresher |
To experiment and test a different method |
To better fix the dilemma enveloping us at present |
Getting under the desk and then I pick up a weapon |
Then getting under the skin of this particular specimen |
Non-citizen, he’s never been convicted a felon |
So I must sift through the evidence |
When predicting his temperament |
Then commit to whatever decision that I’ve eventually given |
As if I was there with the kid |
And I’m staring into his retinas with her |
Even thinking it’s making me shiver |
And if we mess it up, how could the parents ever forgive us? |
For such a deadly decision |
We must be there with precision and from every position |
It’s a roulette and this could go so many ways |
Head spinning like a set of helicopter rotor blades |
If there’s a God, then God just wrote a play |
Is it a comedy or tragedy? |
We’ve got to know today |
There’s no escape, no doctor note or stay of leave |
No hope and pray, you’ve got to vote remain |
If you don’t then the shot will blow your brain |
So rough, the shockwave will mean you’ll suffer loads of pain |
So, look the other way, oh, just a little late |
Pulled back my elbow and then I stuck it in your face |
Look, I’ll do whatever stuff the predicament takes |
Just to make the guarantee that our abductee is safe |
Is this the fall of mankind? |
Nah, I hear this all the damn time |
Androids are the people with the cellphones |
Talking to the humans who would tell them, «Call the land line» |
Can high artificial intelligence |
Really be aware if it is committing a deadly sin? |
Or is it synthetic and it is merely pretending to think? |
Whether it is or isn’t, their existence can end in a blink |
In the end it doesn’t matter, flesh and metal are another matter |
And I guess it’s just another chapter |
In the neverending epic of connected interaction |
That ascend from elements and chemicals up into passion |
If only things could have been different |
If only things could have been different |
If only |