Текст песни Peculate - A Lesson in Mortality

Watch the butter melt.
See its jaundiced flesh
turn from solid into liquid.
Observe as its gilded armor
slowly fades away
like the wind.

Exposed to the elements,
it turns over a new leaf,
to show, to expose,
that there was nothing there
in the first place.

Watch the butter melt.
Or is it margarine?
These are the existential questions.
The existential questions,
that supersede human senses.

How can we know,
just by looking at it,
that it is not margarine?
These are our existential questions.
Our existential questions,
that may never be answered.

Answers.
Why do we seek answers
to existential questions?
Why can’t we just enjoy it,
whatever it is,
and spread it on some toast?

(In the end,
does it really even matter?
They both melt regardless,
if you leave them out
long enough.
Or even short enough.
All that differs is the pace.)

The melting butter
is a metaphor
for our transient lives,
our ephemeral bodies,
fleeting, caught in a mere moment in time,
(don't blink, you'll miss it)
our mortality.

When they are exposed to the world
they melt,
and leave a sticky mess behind.