David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Know yourself so well
that you stay outside of hell,
Certain that you’ll never fall for evil.

Programmed to never find
what’s been put inside your mind,
Well…., I guess, that’s your own story.

So carefully being done,
As we live by rays of sun,
Programmed to always be a piece of physical.

Sex is what they use,
Subliminal pain to hide the ruse,
Guiding us so quietly to be more physical.

Glimpses of hope,
Always trying to cope,
Looking for ourself inside the physical.

Hard to just see,
A choice to blend or simply be,
Programmers hate the thought when you start looking.

Reacting to their stim,
So you feel it’s your own whim,
Always being moved instead of being.

Never coming out,
That’s the mantra of all doubt,
Forgetting who you are, and never seeing.

Programmed to sorta live,
So you think you’re just a sieve,
Always ending up as just more physical.

Feeling like a clone
in the program you now own,
Never spotting that, you fell for evil.

Wondering what you are,
Through a blur that’s gone too far,
Never spotting that, you fell for evil.

Bodies have a use,
But they’re used to make the ruse,
Try separating quietly from the physical.

To yourself, be kind,
Familiarize and you’ll find,
The you that isn’t anything like the physical.

You’ll know when you do find,
The real you that’s always kind,
That part of living life that keeps it going.

You’ll recognize just you,
Like the time you say I do,
The one that loves oneself and all mankind.

Know yourself so well
that you stay outside of hell,
Certain that you’ll never fall for evil.

Then you’ll have a chance,
To find love in true romance,
And programmers will lose their host to share their evil.
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