Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Step right up and get your ticket! Come in, come see Everyone crowd close to me Such marvels that I have to show Don’t push, don’t shove There is always room enough Come bathe your faces in the glow Then back home It’s empty Separate lives are lonely Then back home There’s nothing Disparate lives live only In themselves: Pathetic Pathetic Talk big, talk loud Talk over a quiet town Make your voice the only one to hear, yeah Then push, and shove, it’s Coming close to close enough Don’t want to get too far or near, know Detaching Decoupling I see it disintegrating Unfeeling, not acting Unspeakable thoughts and nothing Compassion, reaction to Feel this: sympathetic Sympathetic Look on, look on in horror Everyone crowd close to me Such marvels I will show you Stare into the glow and see It’s okay to feel confusion Lights dance across black skies Life may be an illusion I sympathize Now it’s time to assimilate, it’s time to let it go Combine truth and reality, with the false light of the glow You may feel you are not here, or that you don’t exist You may feel out there’s not real, synthetic Come one, come all (You’re welcome here) It’s writhing It’s molting I watch it begin reshaping And back home, the shadows Swarm every nook and hollow They compel me to Feel this: pathetic |
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