Lyrics The Moral Implications of a Deterministic Universe feat. The Onceler (Laplace's Angel 2024 Edit) - Will Wood

Have you ever died in a nightmare?
Woke up surprised you hadn't earned your fate?
Have you ever felt like Atlas threw your back out on the axis
And collapsed and threw the planet away?
Everyone's just blood in an ice tray
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
Run your diagnostic tests it's posited nobody dies agnostic
But we still dial 9-1-1

And now we're singing
Ooh (It's the norm for animals)
Could you take a look at me? (it's the norm for chemicals)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad? (It's the norm for particles)
Am I really that bad? (eye for eye for tooth)
And now we're singing, ooh (it's the norm for chemicals)
Whatever you think of me (it's the norm for particles)
If you were in my shoes (yes it's only natural)
You'd walk the same damn miles I do

We're only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now
Ask not for whom it tolls
But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground
And from up here, you look like ants in a row
It doesn't take a killer to murder
It only takes a reason to kill
We've all got evidence of innocence, it's "everything's coincidence"
The difference twixt fate and free will is whether you're singing

Ooh (It's the norm for animals)
Could you take a look at me? (it's the norm for chemicals)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad? (It's the norm for particles)
Am I really that bad? (I for I for tooth)
And now we're singing, ooh (it's the norm for chemicals)
Whatever you think of me (it's the norm for particles)
If you were in my shoes (yes, it's only natural)
You'd walk the same damn miles I do
Oh, oh, right!

Oh, that's hot!

Somebody help me!
Woo!

So if you
Wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor
Neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door
The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough
So evil ones should get a little more
You! (You could break an angel's fall)
Could you take a look at me? (and ignore the Devil's call)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad?
Am I really that bad? (Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
And now we're singing, ooh (it's no more than cultural)
Whatever you think of me (you and me inseparable)
If the shoe fits
Would you walk that mile? (It's a small world, after all)
Or you could put it on the other foot, it's the same size
You (Man no more than animals)
Could you take a look at me? (is made of moral chemicals)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad? (Any form mechanical)
Am I really that bad? (Thank you, God)
We're singing, ooh (from the hordes of cannibals)
Whatever you think of me (to psych wards of hospitals)
If you were in my shoes (it's a small world, after all)
You'd see I wear the same size as you
Oh, oh right!

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