This was going to be on my (nearly finished) album but since it'd be the only non-self produced track and there's already songs covering similar topics on there, I'm putting it out on it's own instead.

The title of this song is in reference to Dr Manhattan of Watchmen as this song is about the intense detachment a godlike being would feel from the rest of humanity.

I'd like the thank Professor Anarchy for sending me the production she did and I plan to use the other ones eventually

Lyrics:

This Midas touch grew stale in seconds
Numbly detached from pedestrians
I am each drunkard in the building
I am the poison he's consuming
I am the exile and the ocean
He's drowning inside or scaling in devotion
To the banishment of this factual hallucination
Ignorant to Decembers of his own creation
I am the god to whom you pray
I'm you when you decay
Gift my ribs to birth medusa?
My eyes see through this machina ex computer
I walk through the brim of existence
For it has already been written
As I breathe with deceased flowers beneath
This Shepard walks with faceless sheep
Because his wings are preprogramed to plummet
Ignorance is a bliss I cannot stomach

I have a special plan for this world
It involves letting agony unfurl
I have a special plan for this world
I just need an angel to ensnarl
I have a special plan for this world
It involves letting agony unfurl
I have a special plan for this world
I must save humans from themselves

As machines become the third man's element
I crowbar each sunny day to match the sentiment
Echoed by automatons building faceless streets
Where tomorrows people become obsolete
Melancholia watching Rome burn alongside it's conception
Take shelter in your shared deception
These people walk with simulated depth for no purpose
Live through simulated deaths in labour below surfaces
Where the blind idiot gods plant nocturnal illusions
Between stressful 'leisure' amongst organised confusion
I walked on water till water turned to blood
Breathed into the neanderthal from mud
But I gouged my eyes so I could love each shadow
Cast from the hangman's daughter in the Gallows
I grandfather claused myself into agony
While reconstructing morality with apathy
My eyes are collapsing binary stars
Orbiting perspectives unbearably scarred
Awaken as a blinded god
In this binary Earth facade

I have a special plan for this world
It involves letting agony unfurl
I have a special plan for this world
I just need an angel to ensnarl
I have a special plan for this world
It involves letting agony unfurl
I have a special plan for this world
I must save humans from themselves

I burnt my hands grasping the stars
My destination the safe-haven masked
In situations where stones gods cast
First as bastard hands stretch over vast (space)
My eyes handcraft this mortal facade
I've been robbed, Calvins devoured by Hobbes
Touch the hand of god, facing an angry mob

I have no special plans for this world
I've allowed agony's unfurl
I have special plan for this world
Every demon has been ensnarled
I have no special plans for this world
For there's nothing left to kill but time itself

The Manhattan Complex (Produced by Professor Anarchy)

https://jackmythos.bandcamp.com/album/science-fantasy

The Manhattan Complex (Produced by Professor Anarchy)

Jack Mythos