Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
Rupert Hine
We must uncover the truth in the name of science
Our passive subject sits too tired to scratch
Dwarfed by cold metallic gods
He worships every channel in his brave new room
The video rat has seen it all
It all goes in but nothing comes out
It all goes in
But you can't get his attention
Opposites repel
And like attract
But no one ever touches the video rat
He was ambushed in a cul-de-sac of screens
And he's always under observation
The video rat has seen it all
He was damaged by the new reality
And now he's got no conversation
The video rat has seen it all
It all goes in but nothing comes out
It all goes in
But you can't get his attention
Opposites repel
And like attract
But no one ever touches the video rat
He knows no reason to question why
What is life in this brave new room
Quite unprepared for any human touch
He's seen it all
The first man on the moon
Opposites repel
And like attract
But no one ever touches the video rat
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Woodwind: OLLIE W. TAYLER
Guitar: JAMIE WEST-ORAM