歌词
Feeling my clothes
Under my skin
In the machine
Coloring in
I am a book
I am a treat
Putting my head
Under the sheets
Feeling my bones
Under my skin
I am a book
Color me in
Color the page
Cover the hole
I am a face
Without a soul
You have a plan
You have a scene
You have a promise
That you're gunna keep
Bird is the word
Bird is the plan
Go on my own
Turn on the lamp
Super complex authorizations have been accepted by the imperial math lord conducting research based on immense figures sprouting out of the understanding of equations ranging from simple times tables to the construction of quantum computing, I mean these sorts of methodologies aren't as multi-faceted as it seems.
I met a dream lord who took 456,598 equations, added them all together until the ultimate outcome led to regenerative AI calculations, in which robots have souls, computers get sad, space isn't real, marketing is false, and symbiotic relationships become clearer to our hearts and machine lovers get rewarded with syntax and verbal appreciations and sex.
Sorry, I mean
I am macbeth
I am a book
Can I be honest
Honesty hooks
Onto the key
Then in my hand
Inside a world
Without any land
I am a book
Color me in
Color me in
Color me in
I am a country
Without any land
I am a note
When dissonance wins
Bird is the word
Bird in my hand
Bird in my life
Burden my land
I am a key
I am a face
Without any soul
Without any grace