A wasteland
I'm sorry, for I'm meant to tend to this land
But irresponsibly I've fettered and neglected
The seeds that we've sown,
All the roots that we've grown in the quicksand
And now we're losing hold of all we know
I swear to god the sun outside will turn to stone
The song we sing suffers a silent sleep
These notes ring unrecognizably
This melody is inaudible to me
Why don't you try another frequency
No, I can't be what you're wanting me to be
Our expectations differ violently
Are we damned
To an unmusical existence, or have we planned
A way to reconfigure our systems so they're sapient
To the patterns and the pulses of our environment
This melody is inaudible to me
Why don't you try another frequency
A tragedy the likes of which I've never seen
This is not how we're supposed to be
(Breakdown)
This melody is inaudible to me
Why don't you try another...
A tragedy the likes of which I've never seen
This is not how we're supposed to be
Anxiety about just who we're meant to be
Our expectations differ violently