This is a song I've had in my head for several months. It's supposed to be a full prog rock thing à la Tides of Man, but not having a proper studio is still pretty awkward. Oh well, but I like what I did here. (:

Title: Critique of Pure Reason

Lyrics:

I hate feeling inside out, with my scales in my bones,
Since they keep making happiness commensurate
With the thing in itself,
And so far out of sight.

It feels entire epochs ago
Since last I pressed my rostrum in your fur.
Oh hark, hear the best of the news,
The canon's fake, and we are in the dark.

I can't stop craving you, reading Kyell by night.
Can I kill my basic intuitions of space and time,
And make the world go away,
And make me numb?

I miss the gentle pace of your heart,
I hope it still beats gently in your fur.
Oh hark, hear the best side of this,
The canon's dead, and we are Übermensch.

Oh myth, don't force your ruleset on me,
If it comes to that, you'll make me run away.
Red wyvern, we'll purge the gods from their minds,
The fire you make means nothing but the warmth.