The smell of the sick
A nauseating splatter
It scrapes it cracks and clatters
An empty silver platter!

Its mottled and its tabby
I don't know who to blame
A logical pink gizmo
Spitting out soft noises

Its a magician of sort
Conjures up the next world
People on pedestals
Are taking turns to be god
Taking turns to be god

There's alternating stitches running through my head
Oh no!

It can run but it can't hide
No point picking up the pace
My legs are kind of weak
But I will catch you soon!

Setting up a trap or two
For that sapid gingerbread man
It can run but it can't hide
Yes it will crumble soon
And by then I'll be sane

A ruse a sham a trick a trap
The gingerbread man's last stop
It scrapes it cracks it clicks it clacks
The empty silver platter

Its raw its sweet its sour spit
The gingerbread man's luscious taste
The jelly chunks and slags of meat
The scent attracts the rats and worms

And I'm a magician of sort
I conjure up the next world
People on pedestals
Are taking turns to be god
Taking turns to be god

Bloody hell

It can run but it can't hide
No point picking up the pace
My legs are kind of weak
But I will catch you soon!

Setting up a trap or two
For that sapid gingerbread man
It can run but it can't hide
Yes it will crumble soon
And by then I'll be sane

Watch "Steampianist - Twaddles of a Flue Faker - Feat. Vocaloid Oliver" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/UI5UeDiTdRg

I am a portrait which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
I want to run away

The nobblers nailed my feet on the floor
Its starts to rust and attack my blood
I start to feel myself smile
Slowly losing myself
But it did not do the trick
Oh woe is me
Oh can't they see that

I am a portrait which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
I want to run away
For I am that portrait that leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
I want to run away

It will be a wrack up I'll make sure
When they stick me up the chimney
And now the air escapes me
Slowly losing myself
But my master dragged me back down
Oh woe is me
Oh can't they see that

I am a portrait which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
I want to run away
For I am that portrait that leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
I want to run away

I'll be paper thin and pale
The "Scurfs" took my life away
I'm patiently sedated
And now my only exit is
Is the cold
Is the cold poetic... Scythe

For I am a portrait that leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
I want to run away
For we are a portrait that leaves you sighing sadly
Oh Laissez Faire what have you done?
We want to run away

A thud sounding softly
I secretly disintegrate
Uneasy lamps draw back and forth
I've waited
For so long...

According to the song notes, old English slang was used in the song:

flue faker - Chimney Sweep
nobblers - punishers
lamps - eyes
scurf - shady dealer/employer
The old English slang used in the song was notably most commonly used by the lower classes during the 17th-19th century in cities such as London.

Based on the lyrics and the use of the old English slang, the narrator (Oliver) is a lower-class individual. Within the song, the narrator suffers under the abuse of his employers, and notes throughout the song on several occasions that despite wanting to escape, death is the only way out. The narrator blames the ignorance of those with the power, noting that while they feel sorry for the situation the Chimney Sweep is in, they are unwilling to do anything to help those who need it. The term "laissez-faire", which is repeated several times within the song means "the policy of leaving things to take their own course, without interfering". It usually grounds political term referring to a specific ideal that refers to a governments lack of interfering with free markets. This also links back to the use of lower class slang, as until the mid-late 1800s, and the raise of socialism, lower classes had no rights or protection while working. This allowed capitalist employers freedom to take advantage of their employees lack of civil rights by making them work long hours in appalling conditions for very little pay (A "Scurf" sold my life away).

Chimney Sweeping in particular was dangerous and many sweepers suffered from poor health due to the soot and ash inside the "flue" of the chimney. The majority of sweepers were children. The narrator even refers to the fate of many sweepers when he deliberately jams himself inside the flue (It will be a wrack up I'll make sure, When they stick me up the chimney ). It was common for the children to get jammed inside the chimney flue, leaving them to suffocate in agony unless another child was sent up to pull them free (which may result in that child meeting the same fate as the one they intend to save), of which the narrator mentions also occurring (But my master pulled me back down).

This song is featured in the album, Absurd Stories For The Rationally Insane.

Steampianist: No there's no background or deep meaning in our songs

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Watch "Steampianist with Nai - The Scrap Boy - Feat. Vocaloid Oliver" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/lgRTbYJ8V5g

In a certain world
there was a young boy
who lived with his family
happily and lovingly

you see, this certain boy
is a brilliant inventor
he loves to build robots from scraps
so he often went to the junkyard alone

One Day the young boy went out
To scavenge spare parts in the junkyard
While searching around
He happened upon a broken down robot

but to his surprise
the machine functions still
desperately it teaches out
moving its rusty appendage

then it spoke in a broken tone
"Please give me a new soul"
The young boy was kind an innocent
he agreed to give it his soul
He had another reason as well
he was curious to see
the world through the eyes of a machine

all that was left
was a robot with a doll
is it a robot
that has a new soul?
or was it a boy
who've lost his own

(la la la...)

A long time has passed
A sad lonely boy came to the junkyard
Wandering aimlessly until he found
A broken down robot

But to his surprise
The robot functioned still
Desperately it tried to speak
Reaching out to the boy

It pleaded and it begged
"Please give me a soul"
And without a second thought
the boy agree agreed to give it his soul

For he had no friends nor family
the boy felt unwanted
and upon hearing this
the robot remembered a memory

A long time ago
there was a boy who gave his soul
to a robot out of kindness
but was naive was the
price
he paid so dearly for

He went home to see his family
in grief, for their lost child
they chased him away
for they thought that
he was the robot that took their son away

Soon the boy grew to despise
and hate his robotic shell
but he realized
that he was the robot
he lived in regret
of what he's done

He decided that he will not take the boy's soul
For He does not want the same fate for the boy
and instead he gave the boy his doll and ask to love it in its place
and then he felt his souls fading away.
He was breaking down

Then the boy took the little broken parts
and he built a tiny robot
that ran on electricity instead of souls

and the boy will never be alone again
for he made two new friends
the doll, the robot, and the boy
lived together Happily

Watch "Steampianist with Nai - Ugly Fuel - Feat. Vocaloid Oliver" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/8ddzDa6ld3o