Oblivionados - I.D.S.T. Lyrics

Shadows in your mind
And it's so complicated
That you can't recreate it
Though you blow endless speech bubbles
And load them with precious cargoes
Freight from the unknown quarter
Eight-tenths beneath the water
Nailed point a spoken martyr
Sails with the great armada

And it won't be some ill-formed serif
That kills the messenger if
All but the punctuation's
Lost in the loose translations
Logical operators
Stake out remote equators
Square pegs of clumsy language
Bread of the meaning sandwich

This is the good ship run aground
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This is the good ship run aground
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