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Tyranny of an Object

from Dial 888 by His Many Colored Fruit

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lyrics

When I woke up I did not want to be,
I should have gotten my self up on setting D.
With Buster on the screen I stare into the void,
I should wisen up and dial a 481.

The Penfield Mood Organ,
It will feel for you when you can't feel a thing.
Oh, how I need to feel somthing.

I when I was bored I had my self a fuse,
I stood at the base of a tall and dust hill.
For miles around there was nary a soul,
So I climbed the hill until a rock was thrown.

The suffering of Mercer,
He is all of us and all of us are him.
All of us, all of us are one.

When I get home I will retire my sheep,
For far too long my things controlled my.
But now no more, it is time to rebel,
When my things are gone, my life will be complete.

The tyranny of an object,
They'll take all your love, but they won't give it back.
No, they'll never, never give it back!

credits

from Dial 888, released May 24, 2013
Song based on the book: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?? By: Philip K. Dick

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