A letter I've written to the sleepers of the world who get all fidgety around me and try to pressure me into "behaving". Screw them! Personally speaking, I'm all excited about this one because I finally got the hang of using the vocoder on my voice. It sounds totally sweet. Check it out when you've got 3 minutes and 52 seconds to spare.
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fiogf49gjkf0d Don't be telling me "you're so mean!"
I'm sick of dealing with your sleeping heart.
It's been imprinted with tradition and
the wishes of people
who don't even know you and you don't know.
It has you marching like a foot soldier, shouting
things out loud like:
"The master wants to see you
restrained and neutralized.
You're to be detained at once."
...but come on now.
You know better than that.
Then again, maybe you don't know
better than that.
Nothing could be more disappointing than
accepting that you could be
nothing more than a baby,
weak and unable to generate anything,
unreliable when we get to major crises,
busy with pouting until you get your way.
I had hoped that maybe you
would've been a person that I could
work with instead of carrying.
Neither of us is willing to
give, so this is gonna to take forever.
Fighting back and forth until
one of us breaks....
There isn't much left in our aftermath.
No one is a winner, and
no one is wiser.
And that wouldn't be so bad, except that
we're gonna be doing this again
and again
and again
and again
and again
and again.
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