Interface Songtext
von Moksha

All is war, all is war
Everything occurs in the presence of its opposite
And out of that there is generated
The friction, the heat, and the light
That all comes together in an indissoluble package as part of life

March home to that centripetal drone
But step into a rhythm that′s all your own
Discover your home tone
'Cause any old way you muse can′t lose when you're homegrown
No matter how far you may roam, so
Mark time with a sympathetic rhyme
Like every word you use you choose by design
Mundane, yet divine
If ever you feel immune, stay tuned for the high sign

Broadcasting live from just beyond the great divide
That graphic interplay in black and white


It's not the black side, it′s not the white
It′s the interface, interface (I'm where you feel alive)
It′s not your dark side, nor your light
It's your interface, interface (I′m where you feel alive)

Touchstone to electric flesh and bone
Step into that mirror, see how you've grown
And how far from home you′ve flown
If ever you feel subpar, see star beneath your own dome
Just cock your crown and take that throne, please
Come clean, are you mammal or machine?
Well, truthfully you seem to be in between
Toward which are you prone to lean?
If ever you get confused, just choose to peruse the scene

And maybe then you'll see they share a common dream
This livid interface in red, blue, green

It's not the black side, it′s not the white
It′s the interface, interface (I'm where you feel alive)
It′s not your dark side, nor your light
It's the interface, interface (I′m where you feel alive)
It's not the black side, it′s not the white
It's the interface, interface (I'm where you feel alive)
It′s not your dark side, nor your light
It′s your interface, interface


God help the man who gets carried away in either direction
Gaia help the girl who gets caught in the whirl of dangerous affection
God help the girl who develops a pearl and is killed upon collection
Gaia help the boy who's in love with
A toy that′s burned after infection
God help the gal who hasn't a pal and gets all of the attention
Gaia help the man who developed the plan
That′s been doomed since its conception

It's not the black side, it′s not the white
It's the interface, interface
It's not your dark side, nor your light
It′s the interface, interface
It′s not the black side, it's not the white
It′s the interface, interface
It's not your dark side, nor your light
It′s your interface, interface