Song | The Grand Experiment |
Artist | Doomtree |
Album | No Kings |
It begins with a flash | |
I know they say it ends the same | |
bit of skill, bit of chance | |
now every player guess the game | |
we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness | |
tip the axis, that one’s ours | |
zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars | |
We shape the stone | |
paint our pictures on the wall | |
we hunt alone, plant in spring | |
learn to harvest in the fall | |
and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges | |
to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing | |
until we go and split the atom | |
[Sims] | |
Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold | |
Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down | |
from the salt in the sails on down the rails | |
Everything’s for sale is the golden rule | |
including…well, I’m no fool | |
They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket | |
I don’t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won’t auto pilot with my eyelids shut | |
I’m still gunning, but I learned what’s worth hunting | |
and I learned what’s worth nothing | |
saw it | |
read it | |
outdone it | |
[Stef] | |
There’s no escape | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there’s nowhere to go | |
[Cecil] | |
Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears | |
Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work | |
Aching cause they need it first | |
Patient, but they seem berserk | |
Craving for that feast of merch | |
Yo! Save a slice for me and her | |
Isn’t it marvelous…just darling (it’s the newest thing) | |
It’s totally harmless, but it’s charming (it’s the cutest thing) | |
But, it bites…not hard…just hard enough to break the skin | |
and your bone | |
and your back | |
and the bank | |
But wait, it comes with a warranty | |
for a week, and that’s respectable | |
It’s cheap and it’s ethical…well, it’s ethical…well, it’s magical really | |
See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that’s it | |
For my next trick I’ll need your password and an exit | |
and then poof | |
cue the fog machine | |
[Stef] | |
There’s no escape | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there’s nowhere to go | |
[Mike] | |
Modern man | |
out of hand | |
motor mind | |
off the line | |
automate the operator | |
Can you hear me clearly? | |
I’m gonna live forever | |
give me guerilla arms | |
sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs | |
We’ll make our mark huh? | |
They’ll put no stops to us | |
We’ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis | |
pushing evolution faster | |
catching continental drifts | |
Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we’ll never fix | |
In the belly of a robot | |
out the valley of a microchip | |
Dialysis in Wonderland/ Apple Z the viruses | |
I’ve never been myself, there is no human experience | |
you can’t Apple S yourself | |
this is The Grand Experiment | |
[Stef] | |
There’s no escape | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there’s nowhere to go | |
There’s no patience | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there’s nowhere to go |
It begins with a flash | |
I know they say it ends the same | |
bit of skill, bit of chance | |
now every player guess the game | |
we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness | |
tip the axis, that one' s ours | |
zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars | |
We shape the stone | |
paint our pictures on the wall | |
we hunt alone, plant in spring | |
learn to harvest in the fall | |
and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges | |
to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing | |
until we go and split the atom | |
Sims | |
Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold | |
Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down | |
from the salt in the sails on down the rails | |
Everything' s for sale is the golden rule | |
including well, I' m no fool | |
They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket | |
I don' t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won' t auto pilot with my eyelids shut | |
I' m still gunning, but I learned what' s worth hunting | |
and I learned what' s worth nothing | |
saw it | |
read it | |
outdone it | |
Stef | |
There' s no escape | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there' s nowhere to go | |
Cecil | |
Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears | |
Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work | |
Aching cause they need it first | |
Patient, but they seem berserk | |
Craving for that feast of merch | |
Yo! Save a slice for me and her | |
Isn' t it marvelous just darling it' s the newest thing | |
It' s totally harmless, but it' s charming it' s the cutest thing | |
But, it bites not hard just hard enough to break the skin | |
and your bone | |
and your back | |
and the bank | |
But wait, it comes with a warranty | |
for a week, and that' s respectable | |
It' s cheap and it' s ethical well, it' s ethical well, it' s magical really | |
See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that' s it | |
For my next trick I' ll need your password and an exit | |
and then poof | |
cue the fog machine | |
Stef | |
There' s no escape | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there' s nowhere to go | |
Mike | |
Modern man | |
out of hand | |
motor mind | |
off the line | |
automate the operator | |
Can you hear me clearly? | |
I' m gonna live forever | |
give me guerilla arms | |
sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs | |
We' ll make our mark huh? | |
They' ll put no stops to us | |
We' ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis | |
pushing evolution faster | |
catching continental drifts | |
Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we' ll never fix | |
In the belly of a robot | |
out the valley of a microchip | |
Dialysis in Wonderland Apple Z the viruses | |
I' ve never been myself, there is no human experience | |
you can' t Apple S yourself | |
this is The Grand Experiment | |
Stef | |
There' s no escape | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there' s nowhere to go | |
There' s no patience | |
They always looking for that easy out | |
but there' s nowhere to go |