Uzbekistan
The Sound of Animals Fighting

(Spoken)nThey're defecting us.nThey're extracting us.nThe world owes me nothing, nit's given me a great deal.nIs this emptiness part of being human?nThey're defecting us.nThey're extracting us.nnAway from all the children,nWe can feel the walls that you've madenAll the fears are mine,nPaper planes and time.nnFly, fly away from all the children, nwe can feel the walls that you've madenAll your fears are mine, nPaper planes and time. (x4)nnTime is the only distance to the artist and the masterpiece.nRunning around our business,nexplaining what I should've pickednSitting in a single chair with papers on the wall,nTwiddling your rubber thumbs in a sea of alphabetical.nnLet your heart break, nin pain you'll find the truth.nLet your mind escape, nthe burning of logic and proof.nn(Spoken)nWe must turn our boredom to gratitudennI love love love.nI want want want.nI need need need.nI am am am. nnI love love love.nI want want want.nI need need need. nI am am am.nI love love love.nn(Spoken)nThey're defecting us.nThey're extracting us.nThe world owes me nothing, nit's given me a great deal.nnWho wrote your words?nWho sews your strings?nWho built your boats?nWho placed your paths?(x4)nWho wrote your words?nn(Spoken)nWhy do I...?nSome people never even ask, nwhat are you thinking?nWho's in charge?nI don't understand French, but if I could, nI would write beautiful songs about horrible things.nBecause it is said to be the language of love and romance, nand if love didn't exist, there wouldn't be any horrible things. nYou must care to cry, love something in order to hate something. nYou must have a heart in order for it to be broken. nMany people walk in a dream. nThey feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them. nI know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal. nIt is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking,nonce that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change. nMy neighbor may be dark and gloomy, nbut I find it a perfect day to go outside. nI can knock on his door, nbut that doesn't mean he will answer. nAnd I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house nwhere he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day, njust to escape what he does not yet know. nWe find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes. nWe see an edited version of human life, ntargeted on alienating us as individuals, nto distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business. nWe are products of a Machiavellian society. nLook at the pretty girl dancing,nher hair is so shiny. I want my hair to be shiny. nLook at the man with chizzled features,nuse the razor he is using. nIt will give you the kind of charm that woman crave. nWomen will want you. nMen will adore you. nYou will be happy. nYou will be empty, because it is not about the product, nbut the feeling they try to convey. nAnd it is not for your benefit, nbut for the benefit of the holders of the company. nWe must burn our little boxes. nWe must create dialogue. nWe must realize the importance of every moment. nWe must turn our boredom to gratitude. nUse your hands, your thoughts, your hunger. nThese things are yours and yours alone.


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