Solillaquists of Sound - As If We Existed lyrics
[Solillaquists of Sound - As If We Existed lyrics]
I wish you'd listen more just a minute
Previous to genius killing vision
In it's grip
And placing blame upon the soulful unafraid
We knew the trade danger of elite game
Technologically advanced
But now insane with power
Spirit pained and left by way
Makes lost-in past syntax we have today
That we have to deal with
What's the problem with my genius?
Too attached to ever leave it
Silent for the new achievement but
What I long to witness is the equal shift
Of lifted gadgetry to intuition by
Genius giving up it's selfish tact
And bringing praise of spirit back (Hey)
Pay respect upon the debt incurred
By non-belief when soul was speaking
Called simplistic by a name familiar to
Those regulars who think
Intelligence a competition
Missing opportunity to be a
Real show embarrassment the care is not
The care is NOT spewing tools
To ax the problem rather asking have or how
They aptly solve themselves
Love wheres it at? It's not just cliché
Imagine that freedoms a Choice
Is it you? It's as easy to say as to do
What if love said: Hear me out a
Bit before the future comes around
The way to give us back the past we
Believe is gone but the trail is circular
We're working for a bigger moment but
Direction cut the children up a filler
Plus depression in a super
Song coming from the
Hand that doesnt write for you and yours
Rather, stupid wars of lost memories
Theres more to love than broken promises
Spoken honest-ness
Cupid ponder this: Few would
Honor self accepting
Dominance over neutral acts
In Manichaeism but
I wish to see a future given trust
Through the preparation of a mortal lust
Taking toll on the lovers will to crush the
Lines of being whole from a single
You give me a reason to trouble the language
Of living a permanent hinderance of a reality
Given to love and look over
The others who never
Could see the pure imagery
From an existing option
Stop adopting another normality spoken to
Want a low pace and
Abolish the motion of willing a
Method of uber development
Regular root for the betterment
You and you fellow men benefit better
Than this if you listen its as if I existed
Love wheres it at? It's not just cliché
Imagine that freedoms a Choice
Is it you? It's as easy to say as to do
You're not just a voice
You're not just a voice
There's more to you than
What you know, believe
Or even choose to be what you ignore
There's more to love than just
The lust and pain
And comfort isn't based on what's the same
More there's more in store
Beyond what you have seen before before
Proven action ain't philosophy and oppressive
Music isn't hot to me
So rally round the poplar
Tree, salute hypocrisy
And floss your property with pride
It's a sweet but bitter victory
With whom you disagree
You think it's me but it is I
And I is you essentially so never take what's
Meant to be and get it twisted
This isn't anger, no
It's passion so let's live the way we should
As if we existed
Previous to genius killing vision
In it's grip
And placing blame upon the soulful unafraid
We knew the trade danger of elite game
Technologically advanced
But now insane with power
Spirit pained and left by way
Makes lost-in past syntax we have today
That we have to deal with
What's the problem with my genius?
Too attached to ever leave it
Silent for the new achievement but
What I long to witness is the equal shift
Of lifted gadgetry to intuition by
Genius giving up it's selfish tact
And bringing praise of spirit back (Hey)
Pay respect upon the debt incurred
By non-belief when soul was speaking
Called simplistic by a name familiar to
Those regulars who think
Intelligence a competition
Missing opportunity to be a
Real show embarrassment the care is not
The care is NOT spewing tools
To ax the problem rather asking have or how
They aptly solve themselves
Love wheres it at? It's not just cliché
Imagine that freedoms a Choice
Is it you? It's as easy to say as to do
What if love said: Hear me out a
Bit before the future comes around
The way to give us back the past we
Believe is gone but the trail is circular
We're working for a bigger moment but
Direction cut the children up a filler
Plus depression in a super
Song coming from the
Hand that doesnt write for you and yours
Rather, stupid wars of lost memories
Theres more to love than broken promises
Spoken honest-ness
Cupid ponder this: Few would
Honor self accepting
Dominance over neutral acts
In Manichaeism but
I wish to see a future given trust
Through the preparation of a mortal lust
Taking toll on the lovers will to crush the
Lines of being whole from a single
You give me a reason to trouble the language
Of living a permanent hinderance of a reality
Given to love and look over
The others who never
Could see the pure imagery
From an existing option
Stop adopting another normality spoken to
Want a low pace and
Abolish the motion of willing a
Method of uber development
Regular root for the betterment
You and you fellow men benefit better
Than this if you listen its as if I existed
Love wheres it at? It's not just cliché
Imagine that freedoms a Choice
Is it you? It's as easy to say as to do
You're not just a voice
You're not just a voice
There's more to you than
What you know, believe
Or even choose to be what you ignore
There's more to love than just
The lust and pain
And comfort isn't based on what's the same
More there's more in store
Beyond what you have seen before before
Proven action ain't philosophy and oppressive
Music isn't hot to me
So rally round the poplar
Tree, salute hypocrisy
And floss your property with pride
It's a sweet but bitter victory
With whom you disagree
You think it's me but it is I
And I is you essentially so never take what's
Meant to be and get it twisted
This isn't anger, no
It's passion so let's live the way we should
As if we existed