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Well I might
Disintegrate into the thin air if you like
And I'm not
The dark center of the universe like you thought
Well it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I'm pretty damn sure that anyone can
Easily, equally fuck ya over
Well God said something but he didn't mean it
Everyone's life ends but no one ever completes it
Dry and wet ice, they both melt
And you're equally cheated
Well it took a lot of work
Well an endless ocean landing on an endless desert
Well it's funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there
If you can't see the thin air
Why the hell should you care?
Well it took a lot of work
Well sure you'll tell me you've got nothing to say
And I went and shook hands the other day
If you can't see the thin air then
What the hell is in your way?
Disintegrate into the thin air if you like
And I'm not
The dark center of the universe like you thought
Well it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I'm pretty damn sure that anyone can
Easily, equally fuck ya over
Well God said something but he didn't mean it
Everyone's life ends but no one ever completes it
Dry and wet ice, they both melt
And you're equally cheated
Well it took a lot of work
Well an endless ocean landing on an endless desert
Well it's funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there
If you can't see the thin air
Why the hell should you care?
Well it took a lot of work
Well sure you'll tell me you've got nothing to say
And I went and shook hands the other day
If you can't see the thin air then
What the hell is in your way?
Lyrics submitted by rojazz, edited by Ryuhza, Serenlylove
Dark Center of the Universe Lyrics as written by Isaac Brock Eric Judy
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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The whole album, the moon and antarctica is inspired from this one crazy guy's pages and pages of writings. His name was Ed, he sent Isaac Brock a bunch of poetry which only "i came as a rat" was legible. All the rest was Isaac putting himself in this guy's shoes. What it must be like to be completely lost in the world with no sense of normal social interaction. If you multiply loneliness with paranoia you discover that what is real is not much different from what is completely made up, ie Religion. Dark Center of the Universe is about how the guy sleeping in on park benches got there. Everyone treats him crappy because they think he deserves it "it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am...." but in the grand scheme of things (Isaacs favorite pov) he's got the same value as any one of us. We are actually the assholes.