[Lyric] Happy pt. 1 (String Machine)

Your mother hears the bells from the town
Tranquil hearted and within the exoskeleton, she weeps
The exoskeleton breaths
Gives her TV and the metaphysics we will become

With your vessel in piles
And your brain in the bottle
You’ll nest within the power lines
Emancipated from the swallow
Of the body that materialized around you

With you being the tongue
You rattled and became dope sick
Somewhere beneath the sun
With the dramamine kicking in
You rode the assembly line to being eternal
No physical being to be held
Just a fever dream within the bottle

If only I could ride a beam of light to an earlier time:
Yes, I have the money to turn myself into molecular honey
Yes, I have the confidence that when I’m the sap of the trees
I’ll melt perfectly back into me
The clockwork nurture is messiah;
We strove to nurture like so
Until the snake of industry swallowed us whole
And when our carbon is disintegrated within the stomach
The same way our ancestors were buried beneath the willow
Our souls will be left to exist in the circuits of the machine
Vacant of Darwinism
We’ll end our climb and instead unify as a cloud
Hovering above the assembly line
Where the fawns will begin to pray to us