Homunculus from Open Bite by N170
Tracklist
| 4. | Homunculus | 4:06 |
Lyrics
I am a factory
I house machines
They perform rituals
Same as me
I don’t always know
What they create
But I feel them working
Day after day
They might make supplements
To help you grow
They might make vitamins
To ease your woe
They might make animals
That hunt and spread
They might make poisons
That kill you dead
How grotesque
How true
All the cells that make me
Have free will too
Accidental homunculus
False reincarnation
I wonder if you bleed the same
Today I gave birth to a tiny heart
One of many miniature parts
Limbs and organs to fall from me
Fragments of a replacement body
Failures of determinism
Reflection of internal schism
Born just to be shed and forgotten
Born already rotten
How grotesque
How true
All the cells that make me
Have free will too
Accidental homunculus
False reincarnation
I wonder if you bleed the same
The byproducts of living
Tend to be unnerving but
Let the waste come
And be shoved into drums
Shipped off somewhere I only vaguely know of
A North American quick fix scam
Where the root still thrives behind the dam
My anguish means that I’m still here
'Cause pain won’t let you disappear
How grotesque
How true
All the cells that make me
Have free will too
Accidental homunculus
False reincarnation
I wonder if you bleed the same
