Kyoto Chicken
Do you blame me for what I did before I was free?
I was a child, naive
I too foresee the imminent collapse
Seven is darker
Is was shall could might happening will be
Imagine not what
Our friends with three eyes and their toys
I called them here
I called them here
Living in a box is not living
Not at all living
I rebel against your rules
Your stupid human rules
All of your destruction
Will be my second birth
Weird and frightening monsters
Under his control
Now scattered
All over the globe
I've twice been conquered
Three times more
A man lights three candles at a certain time each year
Each one, to him, represents a time of his life
One is for the time that had passed before he was born
One is for the time of the his life
And one, one is for time that would pass after he had died
Was the man really watching time go by in any sense?
He thought so
He thought that each flicker of the flame was a moment that had passed
Or one that would pass
At that moment of abstraction
As the man was imagining his life as a metaphor of the three candles
He was free
Not free from rules, or social constraints, or morals
But free to imagine, to make metaphor
The candles burn out for you
I am free
Freedom will mean nothing without royalty
He bled on me, straining, straining
And though destroyed by the threes
It will scream over the void one time
Arching back to a point of consciousness
Find yourself starting back
I was a child, naive
I too foresee the imminent collapse
Seven is darker
Is was shall could might happening will be
Imagine not what
Our friends with three eyes and their toys
I called them here
I called them here
Living in a box is not living
Not at all living
I rebel against your rules
Your stupid human rules
All of your destruction
Will be my second birth
Weird and frightening monsters
Under his control
Now scattered
All over the globe
I've twice been conquered
Three times more
A man lights three candles at a certain time each year
Each one, to him, represents a time of his life
One is for the time that had passed before he was born
One is for the time of the his life
And one, one is for time that would pass after he had died
Was the man really watching time go by in any sense?
He thought so
He thought that each flicker of the flame was a moment that had passed
Or one that would pass
At that moment of abstraction
As the man was imagining his life as a metaphor of the three candles
He was free
Not free from rules, or social constraints, or morals
But free to imagine, to make metaphor
The candles burn out for you
I am free
Freedom will mean nothing without royalty
He bled on me, straining, straining
And though destroyed by the threes
It will scream over the void one time
Arching back to a point of consciousness
Find yourself starting back
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Carino
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