To explain it to you.
But if you think you have a handle on it,
And can explain it, please do.
It has something to do with how animals talk,
And how they don't talk like humans,
Though, any outward experiment will show,
That we have no way of looking in.
It's really a line of flight out of this world,
That tweaks our minds to look for new ways,
To do the same old thing, though seemingly better,
Yet, we always look back to the good ol' days.
And it's alright,
I'll still treat you like an animal,
'Cause for all the power I have to look inside you,
You're made of springs and cogs for all I know.
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