Paroles de 'Pipes' par Tom Milsom

The world is strange, the world is strange
It’s all a game, a shooting range
For apathy and empathy
Psychology and therapy
And even if I’m eloquent
This all defies my sentiment
The information’s always there
It’s in your food and tangled in your hair

And I see the exoskeleton
It’s pvc or gelatin
Or wood or lead or anything
For water mud or medicine
So here’s a song about everything

Let me cut it open and explore the information
In the pipes that make it mazes of logistical holisticism
Deep thought is in everyone
And everyone’s in deep thought all the time

Hovering intangibly is everything you mean to me
I’d open up your humming heart if only I knew where to start
These microscopes replace my eyes and everything it magnifies
Is something new but everywhere you cast a shadow on the atoms in the air
And I see the breath you’re drawing in, you’re like a moving mannequin
There shouldn’t be a thing inside, but I could understand you if I tried
And let me tell you I’ve tried and tried so

Let me cut you open and explore the information
In the pipes that make you mazes of elusive existentialism
Multivac is everyone and everyone’s a circle in the ground

There’s no emotion in my eyes
I’m just a robot in disguise
The passion when it came to me
Was more than sonic fallacy
And I can feel the torch down the back of my throat
Illuminating from behind the puny words that I wrote
Don’t trust me any more, I just don’t trust me any more

And I will cut me open and explore the information
In the pipes that make a maze out of my logical determinism
I am hal and hal is me and you are me and we are all together
I am hal and hal is me and you are me and we are all together
I am hal and hal is me and you are me and we are all