Can’t stop thinking about if and when I’d die,
For now I see that ‘if’ and ‘when’ are truly different cries,
For ‘if’ is purely panic, and ‘when’ is solemn sorrow,
And one invades today, while the other spies tomorrow.
We’re surrounded, and we’re hounded,
There’s no ‘above,’ or ‘under,’ or ‘around’ it,
For ‘above’ is blind belief, and ‘under’ is sword to sleeve,
And ‘around’ is scientific miracle, let’s pick 'above' and see.
For if and when we go ‘above,’ the question still remains:
Are we still in love, and is it possible we feel the same?
And that’s when going ‘under’ starts to take my wonder,
But until that time, I’ll try to sing this.If I keep moving, they won’t know.
I’ll morph to someone else.
What they throw at me’s too slow.
I’ll morph to someone else.
I’m just a ghost.I’ll morph to someone else.
Defense mechanism mode.He’ll always try to stop me, that Nicolas Bourbaki,
He’s got no friends close, but those who know him most know,
He goes by Nico. He told me I’m a copy,
When I’d hear him mock me, that’s almost stopped me.
Well we're surrounded, and we’re hounded.
There’s no above or a secret door.
What are we here for,
If not to run straight through all our tormentors?
But until that time I’ll try and sing this...Lights they blink to me, transmitting things to me,
Ones and zeroes, ergo this symphony,
Anybody listening? Ones and zeroes,
Count to infinity, ones and zeroes.
compositores: Paul Meany, Tyler Joseph
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