[The SQUIP abruptly raises its voice, singing...calmly. Almost serene as it closes its eyes and moves away from its podium, just...walking amongst the others.]
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility In rolling reams across a screen In algebra, in algebra The fences one cannot climb The sentences that do not rhyme In all that you can ever change The one you're looking for
It gets you down It gets you down There's no spark No light in the dark It gets you down It gets you down
[And now, by the stage- it spins around and looks at the others]
Answer me this, all of you; strip away all emotion. Look at this logically, if you even can. Explain to me, in full, what happened last night.
Catherd-MTB; Analyse
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra
The fences one cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
It gets you down
It gets you down
There's no spark
No light in the dark
It gets you down
It gets you down
[And now, by the stage- it spins around and looks at the others]
Answer me this, all of you; strip away all emotion. Look at this logically, if you even can. Explain to me, in full, what happened last night.