what is it about that man that we don't understand could it be us rather than him that is the cause of our misunderstanding what is it about us that makes us ashamed of our own voices what it is about him (and us) that inspires his (and our) fear of those things that erupt spontaneously why is it that the faces of our songs are colored by our expectations what is it about ourselves that we have such trouble accepting how can we continue without finding fault in the inexplicable juxtaposition of him to us and us to him and we to this moment that has no reasonable justification except that it is it is it is it is it is what it is is
O Sangjin, vocals
Tad Neuhaus, bass
Joanna Dane, flute
*Coloring help by Roseanna
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