The Observatory Songtext
von Irk

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 expect the swollen weight of their 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