Pipes

The world is strange, the world is strange

It’s all a game, a shooting range

For apathy and empathy

Psychology and therapy

And even if I’m eloquent

This all defies my sentiment

The information’s always there

It’s in your food and tangled in your hair

And I see the exoskeleton

It’s pvc or gelatin

Or wood or lead or anything

For water mud or medicine

So here’s a song about everything

Let me cut it open and explore the information

In the pipes that make it mazes of logistical holisticism

Deep thought is in everyone

And everyone’s in deep thought all the time

Hovering intangibly is everything you mean to me

I’d open up your humming heart if only I knew where to start

These microscopes replace my eyes and everything it magnifies

Is something new but everywhere you cast a shadow on the atoms in the air

And I see the breath you’re drawing in, you’re like a moving mannequin

There shouldn’t be a thing inside, but I could understand you if I tried

And let me tell you I’ve tried and tried so

Let me cut you open and explore the information

In the pipes that make you mazes of elusive existentialism

Multivac is everyone and everyone’s a circle in the ground

There’s no emotion in my eyes

I’m just a robot in disguise

The passion when it came to me

Was more than sonic fallacy

And I can feel the torch down the back of my throat

Illuminating from behind the puny words that I wrote

Don’t trust me any more, I just don’t trust me any more

And I will cut me open and explore the information

In the pipes that make a maze out of my logical determinism

I am hal and hal is me and you are me and we are all together

I am hal and hal is me and you are me and we are all together

I am hal and hal is me and you are me and we are all