[00:00.000] 作词 : The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die
[00:01.000] 作曲 : The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die
[00:44.710]Is the dark forest real
[00:52.100]Or are we alone?
[00:58.360]Asking are we the assholes
[01:04.550]On a cosmological scale?
[01:11.360]Compressed by surly bonds
[01:18.110]Our ancestral DNA
[01:25.510]Hands on an empty globe
[01:31.700]The illusion of place
[01:39.590]The second Big Bang
[01:45.610]Another big splash
[01:52.600]Fear the next ASAS-SN
[01:58.850]21st in its class
[02:05.690]Compressed by surly bonds
[02:12.480]Our ancestral DNA
[02:19.850]Hands on an empty globe
[02:26.020]The illusion of place
[02:46.880]The Earth, a hunger stone
[02:53.810]See the signs and weep
[03:01.200]A guilt-relieving trap
[03:07.210]Overfit for the weak
[03:14.040]To justify thirst for violence
[03:21.750]In doomsdays more bleak
[03:29.780]We'll join our descendents
[03:36.520]Arc minutes away
[03:42.220]Our hands in an empty bowl
[03:49.110]In the distant grave of space
[03:56.920]To touch the blackened clouds
[04:04.230]As it starts again to rain
[04:32.320]All paranoid, left behind
[04:37.610]Give right to fight or flight in sidereal time
[04:42.930]To fear the end is to be violent
[04:48.590]Right or wrong, a threat's a threat
[04:53.670]A self-centered societal excuse
[04:59.080]Spreading this fear across the universe
[05:04.600]Peering in at the neighbor's schematics
[05:09.660]Designing our bunkers with the mold still in the attic
[05:14.890]Shake hands through our cameras
[05:17.670]Build sunscreen for the algorithm
[05:20.320]A Hobbesian trap
[05:22.520]Psychological contraptions
[05:25.660]In the mental grammar of cold wars
[05:30.940]Our imagined dilemmas just make us ignore
[05:36.980]We are bugs that can think
[05:42.380]The most invasive game
[05:47.420]On a planet without trust
[05:52.100]We have only ever been bugs that can think
[05:58.230]Ant colonialists
[06:03.260]Marooned away
[06:08.270]Molten rock gone cold with us
[06:13.340]Like fists in our pockets
[06:16.070]Without threat of a fight

作词 : The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die
作曲 : The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die
Is the dark forest real
Or are we alone?
Asking are we the assholes
On a cosmological scale?
Compressed by surly bonds
Our ancestral DNA
Hands on an empty globe
The illusion of place
The second Big Bang
Another big splash
Fear the next ASAS-SN
21st in its class
Compressed by surly bonds
Our ancestral DNA
Hands on an empty globe
The illusion of place
The Earth, a hunger stone
See the signs and weep
A guilt-relieving trap
Overfit for the weak
To justify thirst for violence
In doomsdays more bleak
We'll join our descendents
Arc minutes away
Our hands in an empty bowl
In the distant grave of space
To touch the blackened clouds
As it starts again to rain
All paranoid, left behind
Give right to fight or flight in sidereal time
To fear the end is to be violent
Right or wrong, a threat's a threat
A self-centered societal excuse
Spreading this fear across the universe
Peering in at the neighbor's schematics
Designing our bunkers with the mold still in the attic
Shake hands through our cameras
Build sunscreen for the algorithm
A Hobbesian trap
Psychological contraptions
In the mental grammar of cold wars
Our imagined dilemmas just make us ignore
We are bugs that can think
The most invasive game
On a planet without trust
We have only ever been bugs that can think
Ant colonialists
Marooned away
Molten rock gone cold with us
Like fists in our pockets
Without threat of a fight