Perhaps Contraption - Detritus | Текст песни

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Centuries pictures, the detritus,
"I don't want it" in my consciousness, no.

People are making, all the clutter,
the billboards do loom,
in the cumbersome lands.

And its not, surprising, they're happier, than you.
Head tidy, more arranged, than the average man's brain.
Let's sieve out, all the shit, and digest the best bits.
Head tidy, more arranged, than the average man's brain.

What happened to the information?
It, got, lost in the brain stem.

What happened to the sceptiscism?
It, dilutes with the symptoms.

We'll write, our own map, construct our own compasses, from the old thoughts,
rubbed from the chalk boards
the dust fuels the new hoardes...

And its not, surprising, they're happier, than you.
Head tidy, more arranged, than the average man's brain.
Let's sieve out, all the shit, and digest the best bits.
Head tidy, more arranged, than the average man's brain.
by welding, the thinking
we're making
the good things.