Audiogramme for Hollow Bodies of The (E)Motionless ... Somewhere in the Middle East:

The Beatles | While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor
And I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world
And I notice, it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake
We must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

I look from the wings
At the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps

'Cause I'm sitting here
Doing nothing but aging
Still my guitar gently weeps

Dub the mic on the piano and quite low this
Just keep it in my maracas, you know
You know, those old pianos

Okay, we're on
Mouth

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IQ | A Missile

Hardest nails, impaled and war-torn
Water vapours trailing
Bloodshot down, I am drowning
Born of iron failings and fear
There is no faith can be sustained
No original sin to blame

Breaking back, unreactive
Shaking my perspective
Solid state, armor plated
Deadly unattractive to all
But you hunted me down again
Man, you ran me aground right then

Now I know
Whatever lay beneath your skin
Was all that pulled me in

Weighted scales created fiction
Empty revolution
Essential trial, day of all days
Silent retribution begins
No expression that self contains
No ulterior gain remains
Now I know
Anything hidden in your skin
Enough to pull me in

When I leave that sunrise
Without a missile
Someone flawless moves in
With every potential
What I thought could save me was artificial
Raking across my nerves and taking possession
Cutting a chainsaw swathe
Through all defences still in place
Because it's crazy and nothing existed
It all escapes me
I'm not even making a promise

There is no faith can be sustained
No original sin to blame
Now I know
Whatever lay beneath your skin
Was all that pulled me in

When I find I've carved out another profile
I will leave that sunrise without a missile