Investigating the Conspiracy Against the Human Bryan by Thrill Village Lyrics
Stay inside; and watch it unfold
Through monitors that broke
Look into the opal house
And the wolves stare back
I rushed myself when I didn’t need to
A haywire lifestyle come to an end
But what do they think they see?
Abandoned husk, the nightmare of being
And what should I say about being alive?
After decades of waking up on time
Left here in miles of dust
Hurried footfalls on pavement
Quarrel against the cosmic cold
Watched by a murder on the powerlines
In a silence we have not improved
We fragment at the same speed
Reflecting blank craters of the moon
Marking an escape route
In cities kept underground
A labyrinth of glitz and flair
A mirage of what was never there
I've been fooled into milling my soles
In a maze fit to my liking
The stars that bathe the galaxy of gravestones
Lost in palindrome
Carved backwards into gloom
Under dreaded skyline unbloom
Pent up in a field, the mountains grin off in the distance
Nothing to scare the birds away, they don't notice me at all
They don’t notice me at all
Am I still glowing from my grave
Harvested and baled in?
Awaiting promised spring
Eternal life rescinded and
Limping into the starlight
Downward follow luminaria path
Hauntingly lonely in the absence of infinity
A stillness suffers silently, it talks over dreams
Where we can't speak, we can't even breathe
User doomed and shaped by sky
Conspired against and paralyzed
We look in at the windows of empty homes
Despondent to the choir, a void in howling echo
Debris of no consequence
The future is done with us
A cacophony in everything
Drain me with damning touch
I see the end, I see a future done with us
What have we done to it?
It's paradise to be locked in
Consciously forgotten in sapphire hue
Pass the rivers that take us away
Floating down bloodstreams and "stay the day"
A lifecycle built on dead ends
Cushioning extinction in new shades of blue
But there’s no bedside for my blue dot
The last messiah alive
Alone in my nativity, alone in my nativity
Safe, content to look on in horror as everything goes exactly right. "Would our heart torn symphonies cease?"
Long to be loved but obsolete
Helpless against a future written out of
My tepid green mocks the beauty in life
How cruel, a galaxy of gravestones, wall to wall with wonder
Silhouettes instrumental against a sunset, dulling shade of impact
A collection of days drag us out to be:
Cordial and listless, horrified as everything goes exactly right
Goes exactly right
Through monitors that broke
Look into the opal house
And the wolves stare back
I rushed myself when I didn’t need to
A haywire lifestyle come to an end
But what do they think they see?
Abandoned husk, the nightmare of being
And what should I say about being alive?
After decades of waking up on time
Left here in miles of dust
Hurried footfalls on pavement
Quarrel against the cosmic cold
Watched by a murder on the powerlines
In a silence we have not improved
We fragment at the same speed
Reflecting blank craters of the moon
Marking an escape route
In cities kept underground
A labyrinth of glitz and flair
A mirage of what was never there
I've been fooled into milling my soles
In a maze fit to my liking
The stars that bathe the galaxy of gravestones
Lost in palindrome
Carved backwards into gloom
Under dreaded skyline unbloom
Pent up in a field, the mountains grin off in the distance
Nothing to scare the birds away, they don't notice me at all
They don’t notice me at all
Am I still glowing from my grave
Harvested and baled in?
Awaiting promised spring
Eternal life rescinded and
Limping into the starlight
Downward follow luminaria path
Hauntingly lonely in the absence of infinity
A stillness suffers silently, it talks over dreams
Where we can't speak, we can't even breathe
User doomed and shaped by sky
Conspired against and paralyzed
We look in at the windows of empty homes
Despondent to the choir, a void in howling echo
Debris of no consequence
The future is done with us
A cacophony in everything
Drain me with damning touch
I see the end, I see a future done with us
What have we done to it?
It's paradise to be locked in
Consciously forgotten in sapphire hue
Pass the rivers that take us away
Floating down bloodstreams and "stay the day"
A lifecycle built on dead ends
Cushioning extinction in new shades of blue
But there’s no bedside for my blue dot
The last messiah alive
Alone in my nativity, alone in my nativity
Safe, content to look on in horror as everything goes exactly right. "Would our heart torn symphonies cease?"
Long to be loved but obsolete
Helpless against a future written out of
My tepid green mocks the beauty in life
How cruel, a galaxy of gravestones, wall to wall with wonder
Silhouettes instrumental against a sunset, dulling shade of impact
A collection of days drag us out to be:
Cordial and listless, horrified as everything goes exactly right
Goes exactly right