All people want to be gods. Unfortunately some do not recognize the impossibility of it Control alt delete you All people want to be gods. Unfortunately some do not recognize the impossibility of it Control alt delete you Now press any key to continue I've got parables The unattainables to you Deletions delete you Fishes to feed you To hang you high by the knees Hang you high by the trees (The flash, the wings, the sun) I've got chicken wire And I've got piano wire I've got method The unattainables to you You I see right through you You I see right through you You you you I've got fishes to feed you You you you I've got fishes to feed you Feed you from the bucket Hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket Hang you from the trees The sun is uncontrollable, unforgiving. With the sun you can't shape and sculpt reality Have you left me your pliers For bent back desires to find a routine? A simple repair But it's the simple that scares me And finds me the weak And your halting reminders Just run me into something still Run with the leaves I shield out the glare And get fit for my chair As I shake off my feet Yeah the research can end Won't be wrong be again Yeah, the research can end Won't be wrong again No, the research can end