Find me a Physicist! Songtext
von Supercommuter

Bright lights lead the way
No pain, long hallway
Last rites, things to say
Don′t strain float away

You would never believe the way that I float out here
Mold elements, no atmosphere
Just dust and when they touch they burn
Put your finger to the top of the world and let it turn

Put your finger to the top of the world and let it turn
Nobody can see me cause nobody tries
They just assume that I'm alive

People on the brink of death utter with their last breath
Everything they believe, but they never said
And I′ve been out here for years see?
But I never measure history, unlimited energy
Running for infinity considering I tend to be
An entity directed toward simplicity it's interesting
I get data, and they still care, and hey
It's digital it′s a prayer that they′re sending me


I need an upgrade
Everything on me is way out of date
And hey, I got five pistons that are firing late
Pathetic credit to address it; tell me what's it going to take?

Bright lights lead the way
No pain, long hallway
Last rites, things to say
Don′t strain float away

I hear a lot of stuff and I patch up bugs, but it's never enough
Every fuel cell doesn′t always do well; corrosion makes times get rough
And I determine the composition
Every atom every planet every nuclear position
And it's a mixture of chance and precision
An even disposition is critical to the mission
An analytical system is supposedly the science
Check the alliance, I put them into existence
And I can see every piece clearly
I never seem to settle who engineered me


I′m sorry but I go to ask
I know it's not big and the world is vast
But the programmer left me with all these tasks
Uh, can I get another drive attached?
Me? Yeah I never complain
I risk rust in the heaviest rain
I know that I haven't been the best mainframe
But I just need rest, could you level down my brain?

Yes I can do that
Not even an issue if you believe that it′s true that
You are dealing with a deity that can approve that
Don′t even deduce it just assume that you will prove that
I exist who will admit this?
Only the witless? Find me a physicist!
And I can shatter every theory that you're living with
It doesn′t matter, you can believe that I'm primitive
Doubt; that′s what I'm all about
I′ve got motives, but you'll never figure them out
It's not life It′s conscious intelligence,
Doomed to improve ′til I'm no longer relevant

You would never believe the way that I float out here
Mold elements, no atmosphere
Just dust and when they touch they burn
Put your finger to the top of the world and let it turn

Bright lights lead the way
No pain, long hallway
Last rites, things to say
Don′t strain float away

You would never believe the way that I float out here
Mold elements, no atmosphere
Nobody can see me cause nobody tries
They just assume that I'm alive