Lyrics The Observatory - Irk

The Observatory

To have all of these thoughts, these are real people
Living like reality is objective
We know who you really are
That man is not a geneticist, nor a purveyor of what could be called
«the new love», «the joy of winning», the «whatever's left over from the
beginning»
How to sell an error, how to praise a misinterpretation
How to eat your fingers off
Stand bereft, but don’t expct the swollen weight of thir respect
And given their track record, they would hardly think to object
Finding it hard?
And thinking it’s dull?
Yourself, reimagined, but without a skull
Or a face, or your nice shoes that you wear
Just a pair of gloved hands holding a full length mirror
Just a tired set of teeth chewing a piece of leather
Just an overlong sentence, just an overripe plum
Just an overdue deference and it’s done when it’s done
Just a piece of paper
Life is not good, who’d wish to live?
All I see is bodies adrift
Smiling, all smiling
Lots and lots of lips
Oh my god, where do they come from?
Is it some kind of religion?
Or political party?
The observatory
Sit yourself down, all real people
Objectivity, oh, reality
All of these thoughts
All of these thoughts