Lyrics
Watch the butter melt
See its jaundiced flesh
Turn from solid into liquid
Observe as its gilded armor
Slowly fades away
Like the wind
Exposed to the elements
It turns over a new leaf
To show, to expose
That there was nothing there
In the first place
Watch the butter melt
Or is it margarine?
These are the existential questions
The existential questions
That supersede human senses
How can we know
Just by looking at it
That it is not margarine?
These are our existential questions
Our existential questions
That may never be answered
Answers
Why do we seek answers
To existential questions?
Why can't we just enjoy it
Whatever it is
And spread it on some toast?
(In the end
Does it really even matter?
They both melt regardless
If you leave them out
Long enough
Or even short enough
All that differs is the pace.)
The melting butter
Is a metaphor
For our transient lives
Our ephemeral bodies
Fleeting, caught in a mere moment in time
(Don't blink, you'll miss it)
Our mortality.
When they are exposed to the world
They melt,
And leave a sticky mess behind