With a massive thanks to Metal Caver (@metalcaver_rav) for his advice and sprinkling the prog magic over the track to get the goosebumps going! I'm really proud of this one. Enjoy, friends! --------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] The manuscript is waiting on the desk The ink is wet and accusing him He systematically changes every "He" into a "She" inside the scrawl A necessary, profitable task. However confusing, To keep the poster hanging on the bedroom wall He strikes the specific name of the lover he held close last night And writes a generic girl so the radio won't start a fight He knows the audience would turn away If they only knew who he held when the lights go down So he wears the heavy, hollow crown And acts the role the contract makes him play He smiles for the camera, a picture of success While burying the truth in a wedding dress It's not a lie, exactly - it's a translation A heteronormative creation Filtering the love until it fits the mould [Chorus 1] Cut the feed and kill the screen Don't trust the eyes, they intervene Is the message pure? Is the message true? It doesn't matter who is singing to you Let the human in Let the human in We are more than the skin [Verse 2] She is a marvel of the rendering queue A beauty born of mathematics and code A perfect throat to push the anthem through While he carries the heavy, secret load He wipes the grease from his chin and takes a sip of tea Synching his rough voice to her digital plea He sits in a basement in Leeds Surrounded by takeaway boxes and dust Pouring the delicate parts of his spirit into copper and trust Feeding the hunger of their vast desires With a face that is fake, but a feeling that never expires The avatar dances with a flexible youth he never knew Living the life that he can only view They scream her name, they worship the projection A technological deflection He is the ghost haunting his own machine [Chorus 2] Cut the feed and kill the screen Don't trust the eyes, they intervene Is the message pure? Is the message true? It doesn't matter who is singing to you Let the spirit in Let the spirit in We are more than the skin [Verse 3] The tour dates scroll across the glowing glass London, Tokyo and Rome She watches the pedestrians walk past From the fortress of her home The lyrics speak of running, of wind inside the hair Written in a room without a breath of air To her eyes, the hallway stretches out like a canyon Impossibly steep and wide And she knows her legs will refuse the impossible journey to the door So she sends her voice across the rising tide To places she can't visit anymore The wheels are locked tight, the brake is always on But in the headphones, she is already gone A prisoner of nerve, a captive of the bone Travelling the earth while standing stone-alone Touching a million hands she'll never hold [Chorus 3] Cut the feed and kill the screen Don't trust the eyes, they intervene Is the message pure? Is the message true? It doesn't matter who is singing to you Let the feeling in Let the feeling in We are more than the skin [Verse 4] The doctor put a date upon the end There is no time to borrow or to lend The chemo takes the hair, the strength, the breath A slow negotiation starts with death He's frantic now, he needs to get the vocal down Before the silence comes to take the town He hits record to catch the final take Not for the money, or the fame, or the sake - of legacy Just to prove that he was here Before the frequency turns into fear He leaves a melody for a child he won't see grow The only piece of him that she will ever know The hard drive spins, preserving every word The bravest thing that you have ever heard A dying man projecting so much life [Chorus 4] Cut the feed and kill the screen! Don't trust the eyes, they intervene! Is the message pure? Is the message true? It doesn't matter who is singing to you Let the human in! Let the spirit in! Let the music... [Outro] [Spoken] ... begin.
