Lyrics
My bones don't click in place when I sit on the machine
Expressing physical discomfort or misalignment when using a machine.
Not as of late do I integrate, scarcely say what I mean
Difficulty in integrating and expressing thoughts clearly.
This thing was built with one of my ribs
Metaphorical reference to the creation of a companion, reminiscent of the biblical story of Adam and Eve.
I was there when it was given a name
Claiming involvement in naming the creation.
But I've been overpowered by those who took it away
Feeling overpowered by external forces that have taken control.
It doesn't even look the same
Observing a drastic change in the creation, perhaps symbolizing a personal relationship or identity.
Those hired in to intervene and supervise it's size
Referring to external influences intervening and controlling the creation.
Do plot against the weakened will before the weak ones realize
Plotting against weakened wills before awareness sets in.
I found it's bones in my backyard, I put them on display
Discovering remnants of the creation, displaying them publicly.
I set it up with leering eyes and gave it a voice to say:
Empowering the creation with a voice that asserts significance.
"I am just the voice of one who's greater than this
Declaring the creation as a voice representing something greater.
But I am still a sacred voice, I will not be dismissed"
Asserting the sacred nature of the voice, refusing dismissal.
The bones still look out on my yard
The remnants still hold a presence despite being disassembled.
Though the pieces are taken apart
Despite disassembly, external influences do not reach the core.
They paint it colors I can't stand but they will not touch it's heart
Resisting external attempts to change the creation's essence.
They stick tacky ornaments on it and they sell it to the kids
Commercialization of the creation, selling it with undesirable modifications.
I can barely stand to see it now
Personal discomfort in witnessing the commercialized creation.
But there's still a voice in it
The voice within the creation retains its significance.
When I answer to the one who gave the bones to me
Expressing a desire to claim responsibility for caring for the creation.
I want to say I cared for them, and say it honestly
Wishing to honestly acknowledge care for the creation to the creator.
Those closest to me take it away and twist it out of shape
Close relationships distort and take away the creation, altering its essence.
But the voice within still rattles the bones
Despite external influences, the internal voice continues to resonate.
The voice still resonates
Emphasizing the enduring significance of the internal voice within the creation.
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