Animal Part 1

I ask the world what it knew

What it knew I ask the world what it knew

What it knew of love

I saw the fire at the morning of the sun

I ask his mother is it real is it real

She said what is what is conception

If its not love if is not love if its not love

There was a king sitting on Pluto

His only company was his lonely throne

Whats the use of a lonely planet

Whats the use of a world

If you forfeit all your friends

I saw the bird with the longgest beak

The secreat that he held he told it to me

He said my mother didn’t raise me

My adopted father put food in side my open beak

I had nothing to give I had nothing to give

All I had was need

I had nothing to give I had nothing to give

All I had was need

Now they point to my beak and say loves not real

Now they point to my beak and say only the strong survive

Everythings an accident or its not

The accidental world has its very own has its own god

He says how little can you give

He says how little can you give

To make your self strong

He says how little can you give

He says how little can you give

To make your self strong

And now the humans say of course we don't

Live like that now

And now the humans say of course we don't

Live like him now

And now the humans say of course we know better now

Now they point to that god we won't live it like its true

But we still belive your real

Now they point to the world

There's no fractal in this truth

There's no fractal in this truth

Now they point to that god

He made us greater than himself

He made us greater than himself

Now they point to the world

It was conception with out love

It was conception with out love

It was conception with out

Nothings unearned with the justices of the natural world

Every one does what they can to survive like a long birds beak

But you can find hunger proves that food is real

Every one wants what they don't deserve

Like an open birds beak

'Cause if the world is an accident

And design an illusion

Whats to be done

With our desire

If we're designed for an accident

The illustion of the world

Is the only thing that we want

Who would tell there lover

Who would tell there lover

Love is the cloak

Love is the cloak

Love is the cloak

Of self interest

Love is the cloak

Love is the cloak

Love is the cloak

Of self interest