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INTRO: Instrumental

Verse 1

One day, all particles will freeze, the waves stand still,

All possible pictures collapse into a hologram.

The flow of funds becomes an empty, involuntary drill,

And all the reasons for our goals dissolve in three acts of drama.

A slide in three dimensions: an old, deserted home.

A streetlight casts a yellow cone across the yard.

Beneath it, someone stands, alone, with a guitar, a shadow, half-known.

But there is no music. Somehow, that feels right.

Chorus 1

Each mediocre, each second-rate,

Each foreign thing becomes our fate.

Each one is marked, each one they track,

Each one bows down, repents, turns back.

Instrumental break

Verse 2

The scale pulls back — a figure in an enclosed courtyard below.

Four arches darken in the distance, marking exits from the scene.

But time has run out. The figure won't move, there's nowhere to go.

In this conditional space, no pawn can become a queen.

Any humanities major, too, is conditional, squared and framed.

An oval head, no face, no glasses, no hat.

All the more absurd: alone with a guitar, unnamed.

A target for a plot-hole and any blooper like that.

Chorus 2

Each Jekyll finds his Hyde,

Each gets fucked in body and mind.

Each craving turns to greed one day,

Each poor soul sells itself away.

Instrumental break

Verse 3

From the black sky, pixels of snow descend,

Turning the view from above to a white frickin’ square.

So the streetlight is Alpha? Then where does Omega, and...

How do I escape this vicious cycle without getting cut on the corners there?

I'll be the simplest point inside the circle's design,

No more and no less, at the center of my own.

And now I stand here alone like a fool with a guitar of mine,

For new songs, the only true songs you've ever known.

Chorus 3

Each one of us — a tangled mess of fucking chances blown,

Each rushes on, stumbling, on their own.

Each steps on the same damn rake twice,

Not each one gets it — not all are wise.

Instrumental break

Final Chorus

Each mediocre, each second-rate,

Each foreign thing becomes our fate.

Each one is marked, each one they track,

Each one bows down, repents, turns back.

Each Jekyll finds his Hyde in kind,

Each gets fucked in body and mind.

Each craving turns to greed one day,

Each poor soul sells itself away.

Each one of us — a tangled mess of fucking chances blown,

Each rushes on, stumbling, on their own.

Each steps on the same damn rake twice,

Not each one gets it — not all are wise.

Instrumental Outro - extended, fade out