Paradigm by Terror Management Theory

Paradigm is a song about manipulation.

"Make an example of me.
String me up for all to see.
Make my mind my enemy.
Destruction internally; you obey me.

Born in a hole in the ground
(Under temples of flesh and bone)
Torn from the world where I'm bound
(Where, oh where is my head at now...?)
Live again, die; Now reset.
(...)
Free as a bird with no soul
(On the wings of the dead I'll float.)

Sit upon the mountainside, where the Angels come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They-
Sit upon the mountainside, where the Angels come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They-
Sit upon the mountainside, where the Angels come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They-
Sit upon the mountainside, where the Angels come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They come to die;
They-

Make an example of me.
String me up for all to see.
Make my mind my enemy.
Destruction internally; you obey me.

You obey me.
(You obey me.)

A lie at face value's just a bending'a of'a the truth;
So when you lie to me, it's better'a me than'a you.
Tell me why you're so damn confused,
Should be me that's'a feelin' so used;
A lie at face value's just'a me eradicating you

But I feel so out of place in my desires;
Live to die, to die, to live - a spiral.
Not quite right, just off - I am so spineless;
Be the change they say they want - Messiah.

Messiah, no;
Lost in the eye of the Paradigm.

I want Messiah."

[INCOMING TRANSMISSION]

you are not you.

TMT IS:
-Jack Crosby-Griggs: Vocals

-Evelyn Wallis / Tom Stokes: Guitars

-You?: Drums

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