06 Mess
Oh, I / I can be / Something real / Someone new...
The cyborg did not lose his humanity entirely on his own. He began as human, as we all do, and he accepted the surgeon's modifications, though perhaps reluctantly at first. Now his flesh-and-wire body, injured beyond repair, would serve as both a prophecy of what was to come, and a reminder of all that has been. We must share the blame, lest we forget the environment in which the cyborg became, the surgeries required to make him, and our own failure to stay the blade.
How might you be contributing to systems of injustice unintentionally? Forcibly? How are you justifying your contributions?
Mess
The story of the mess we made
Begins with me
A hundred million years ago
Beneath the sea
I rose like mist above the waves
To touch the sky
And heard a call that shook the earth
Then there was light
She cupped her hands to shape the moon
And tamed the tide
She lit the sun then quenched its rays
And called it night
She called it night
She called it night
She called it night
Then God looked down on everything
And it was good
Except the part where I did feel
Misunderstood
I started giving gifts I knew
Would fail to please
Like mutilated animals
And burning trees
I killed her son and hid the blade
In self defense
It’s hardly an excuse I’ve made
But it’s the best
The closest I’ll admit the blame
Or feign repent
Or feign repent
O, I
I can be
Something real
Someone new
The story of the mess we made
Begins with me
A hundred million years ago
Beneath the sea
The pleasure of your countenance
Toward other guys
Is difficult to comprehend
But still I try
Cause I just want to feel it
(We both)
To feel something
(Reached for)
Cause I just want to feel it
(The knife)
To feel something
Written and performed by Ionne
Published by Brand Label Music (ASCAP)
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