Othersproof - Inside Creatures

On there is a floor where the only people alive are in white
The others can no longer possibly be right
Cold as ice, they ought to be
In the basement as they used to

We're inside creatures, we love to lie under a roof
We prefer to stand between four walls
We favor artificial lights over the sun
And daytime all night under the moon
We can see right through our souls
When reflected through a mirror
But if you squint and see the real truth
You'll faint, pass out and fall
Right into God's consciousness
That's called going to bed
Right into God's consciousness
That's called going to bed

We're home to the inside creatures
Which, when we want to break out
And scream, make their whispers heard
The stronger, stronger do you turn out
The less do you, do you resist, resist their orders
We're home to the inside creatures
Which, when we want to break out
And scream, make their whispers heard
The stronger, stronger do you turn out
The less do you, do you resist, resist their orders

We're inside creatures
We love to lie way, way deep under
We crave to be surrounded by wood
We favor blackness darker than earth
And lose the concept of bad vs. good

We're dependent creatures
We love habits that prey on us
We adore needing something we can actually have
Even when there's a downside, a large price
And the things we love more than that
Is needing what we can't buy
And what we can't find, not in this lifetime
For the void inside to be properly fed

We're home to the inside creatures
Which, when we want to break out
And scream, make their whispers heard
The stronger, stronger do you turn out
The less do you, do you resist, resist their orders
We're home to the inside creatures
Which, when we want to break out
And scream, make their whispers heard
The stronger, stronger do you turn out
The less do you, do you resist, resist their orders

We're fooling outside creatures
Thinking we have it so much better
When finding our flesh devoured
Would be a pain much quicker and softer
Than what goes on deep inside the border

We determine world peace
From the inside of an office
We determine our after lives
Thinking it's such a big deal to die

We're fragile creatures
We can only crave being watered
Shivering into the winds
We become part of what our home offers
We ignore so much of our interior
Unaware of its parts that shatter
At long last we are seen
At long last we're seen
That's called becoming dead
At long last we're seen
That's called becoming dead

Written by:
Florent Gambarelli

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