Press Any Key To Continue (Part One, Two, And Three)

Lyrics

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: [That would be] the unattainables to you The leash is to lead you... The fish is to feed you To hang you high by the knees Hang you high from the trees... The flash, the wings, the sun I've got chicken wire When I've got piano wire I've got method The unattainables to you And you... I see right through you And you... I see right through you And 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 Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket) Hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, ...the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees Feed you from the bucket... 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? The simple repair, but it's the "simple" that scares me and finds me the "weak" And your oak tree reminders just remind me that something's still wrong with the leaves I shield out the glare and get fit for my chair as I shake off my feet Now the research can end... won't be wrong again Yeah, the research can end... won't be wrong again No, the research can end... won't...