Dr. Malice: I was inspired to write this track after my orientation at my meatspace job where, as part of our initial training, I was asked to identify a sound I heard. That sound being...a large industrial garage door squeaking open.
lyrics
In This Space
Verse 1:
A squeaking seesaw
returns to the opposite side
Open my eyes,
my mind goes into overdrive
Sepia tones overload,
My head begins to explode
From the fact that there's no one there
Random dry patches scratch
The bottoms of bare feet
I sit on a swing
What I see looks really neat
Robot children approaching the park
Almost dark
Illuminating spaces with
Glowing grinning faces
Chorus:
Clockwork species
Join other creatures
Too small for
The eyes to comprehend
Every fiber
Of my being
Tells me to stop pretending
I'm the only one here
Existing in this space
Verse 2:
With every step closer
I see robots personal sides
Characteristics not programmed
On a standard hard drive
Smiles outside reflect smiles inside
My head starts to implode
From fun and creativity download
Now they've gone back
To wherever they were before
Leaving me with sounds
like large squeaking garage doors
I sit in my swing
Nothing but creativity
Installed in my brain
And a need to not be plain
