It cannot be proven but
As far as we can expostulate

Anyone who might have known the truth
Or seen the way out of here
Is dead

Anyone who might have caught a glimpse
Or had a clue what was real
Is dead

And if you want me too
I will rearrange the world for you
And if you need some time
I will give you all what has been mine

I want you
I need you
Stay here by my side
Be forever mine
I love you
This is true
I will do what you desire

And if some fallen god
Should recombine our visages in his own image
Then let that serve to stand
I have not been such an evil man

How high can you, high can you, high can you fly?
How far can you, far can you, far can you fall?
How deep was the well where their blood ran dry
Where the future and past met and sighed?

How fast can you, fast can you, fast can you run?
How hard can you, hard can you, hard can you do?
How quick can you get where you most need to be,
Do you think that you'll ever be free?

Whoah-hoah! How the mighty have fall-en!
We may now laugh, no longer behind his back
He's down for good

Whoah-hoah! No one heed to his call-ing!
He has been served just as he deserved
It's right and good

It's cold, son of a bitch it is cold
And I have no one to hold

It's cold, son of a bitch I am cold
And alone grow we old

I'm cold, son of a bitch I am cold
And don't say you've not been told

It does not get better, it only gets worse
And those who leave this misery shall do so in a hearse

Life is misery, therein lies the truth
And there are those who will waste their lives bemoaning a misspent youth

Life is suffering, therein lies a truth
And there are those who will spend their days regaling the glories of youth

Falling into the future
Pulled down by the weight of the past
We are here for a while
Then one day this breath is our last

What's it show?
We don't know
Why we grow
Time to go

I came here looking for a place to be loved
I think I'll go die now
I wrote this hoping for some pretty words
These words are what came though

And I'd hoped that I might sing a happy song
Why do I feel as though I have done something wrong?

I made this thing that I made
This thing that unmade me
And these delusions, delusions of grandeur
Know they were nothing more then

But I'd hoped that I could sing a happy song
Why do I feel as though something has gone terribly wrong?

I wake up, my eyes they are open
I look around me
I do feel, I feel that I feel that
I am alive here

And I think I still might sing a happy song
And that nothing that I ever do could never do wrong

I'd do these at lower quality but... naah...
wav or mp3

Last night at the party everybody hoped you'd show
They gotta lotta stories but they just gotta know
Is it really true, all those things that she said?
And is it really true that they left you for dead?

Last night at the party there's a hush when you came in
Is it in the realm of possible you committed original sin?
And is it really true though it sounds a little nuts
That your heart is black, your soul is dark, you're rotten in your guts?

Last night at the party everybody hoped you'd skip
If the truth is that damn ugly we'd as soon not face it
Subjective reality, we believe what we want to believe
From the moment you walked in we were waiting for you to leave

I would love you forever
I would love you forever
But the cold gray...

My 1st feeble attempt at getting music online as a wav
as an mp3
BTW, this is not hubris.  It's me and cakewalk on a cheeseball soundcard.  And it takes half an hour to download.  And the mp3 doesn't seem quite right.  Enjoy!

Sensitive dependence on initial conditions
Sensitive dependence on initial conditions
Complex matters are not susceptible
to simple explanation

Self similarity at different scales
Will be exhibited by objects of fractional dimension

Sensitive dependence on initial conditions
Sensitive dependence on initial conditions
Complex matters are not susceptible
to simple explanation

Infinite complexity can be generated by
Simple statements subjected to infinite iterations
 

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