Who (Remastered)
The first of my question-word songs, and each of them also nods to one of the pillars of Western occultism. We get sorted into boxes and feeds all day, but that isn't who we are. Who you are is what you choose to do with your urges. It's also about who I'm sending these songs out to.
Our world's described in diagrams
Circles, Venn design
Where on the chart you fall
With what you're aligned
Comfort to mindless drink down
The endless scrolling shine
Another thing to thrill you
For just another swipe
Everyone's got preferences
Everybody judges
What you do with those urges
If your mind budges
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink
It isn't wrong to wonder
It isn't wrong to dream
What matters is your actions
The facts, not what you mean
Words are only concepts
More real than the flesh
But body feels the anguish
Bone and meat to death
Not all humans are people
Nor all people human
When you can accept this
A better life begin
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink
We're drowned in information
It's easy to just do
Wrapped in hedonism
But down that path lay doom
Carefully divided
Somehow polarized
Why the issues sided
So no one's wholly right
American example
Show you what I mean
How does taking guns away
Keep the water clean
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink
Or deny access to healthcare
How's that help folks get food
They argue and point fingers
Claim that they're for good
It's all a lie to fool you
Tick-tock goes the clock
The principle of rhythm
Will not ever stop
Take yourself out of the swing
Choose path for yourself
Only go with the flow when
It's flowing for the best
This is to those real people
As Frank Herbert meant
Those who can give of themselves
To remove the threat
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink
This is to those who listen
And to those who think
Those who pay attention
Who see the coming brink