John Congleton - Your Temporary Custodian Тексты

Would protesters still gush to city centers
If the universe would honk B flat and halt
Would cop cars still be rushing to their crime seems
Would farmers drop their seeds and drop their salts
And then there's me, the temporary custodian
Of these particles and free-floating radicals
That convene for eighty years or so, that's if I'm lucky tho
Never been very lucky though
What an extraordinary thing it is to be this ordinary thing
A phenomenal nominal common all alpha-null nothing
This is what it's like... we will not be saved
We went looking for the sublime
We find only the inane
And this is what we are... and we will not be changed
You can look for unseen order
You're gonna find that chaos reigns
We will not be saved

So if my carcass finds itself a mishap
But I avoid the room with center drains
The doctor will remove my dressings and casts
To a room that falls sin silent, mouths aghast
They've seen nothing, but the product of a billion years
Of evolution's deliverance... you'd think I'd act like it
May I feed the flora fauna once when all my feedings done
This zoo of bacterium
What an extraordinary thing it is to be this ordinary thing

This is what it's like... we will not be saved
We went looking for the sublime
We find only the inane
And this is what we are... and we will not be changed
You can look for unseen order
You're gonna find that chaos reigns
We will not be saved

Just let go
Just let go
We will not be saved
Just let go
Just let go
We will not be saved
Just let go
Just let go
If a tree falls in the woods, it doesn't matter
Just let go
Just let go
What's the sound of one hand clapping? It doesn't matter
Just let go
Just let go
Is it the chicken or the egg? It doesn't matter
Just let go
Just let go
What do you do when you do nothing? It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
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