Hypothetical (song)

Hypothetical
Song by Emigrate from the studio albums Silent So Long and The Persistence of Memory
GEMA:	15181365-001
ISWC:	T-803.445.952-5
Working title:	I've Got These Hands To Hold You
Composer:	Richard Kruspe
Lyricists:	Richard Kruspe Terrence Matlin Margaux Bossieux Thomas Borman
Recording:	Funkhaus Studio, Berlin, Germany Sky van Hoff Studios, Germany Studio Engine 55, Berlin, Germany
Producing:	Richard Kruspe Sky van Hoff
Mixing:	Sky van Hoff Studio Engine 55, Berlin, Germany
Mastering:	Jens Dreesen
First release:	14 November 2014
Length:	03:50
Tempo:	86
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Silent So Long tracklist
Eat You Alive Get Down Rock City Hypothetical Rainbow Born On My Own Giving Up My Pleasure Happy Times Faust Silent So Long
The Persistence of Memory tracklist
Rage Always On My Mind Freeze My Mind I'm Still Alive Come Over You Can't Run Away Hypothetical Blood Stained Wedding I Will Let You Go
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Hypothetical is a song by Emigrate. It is the fourth track on the Silent So Long album.

Background

Silent So Long version

• The song features the singer Marilyn Manson.
• In a track-by-track video series, Richard commented this about the song:

I asked Marilyn Manson to sing the vocals on this song and his response was,

"They sound cool as is. But I can put my stank on them."

And that he did.

The Persistence of Memory version

• The song was reworked and is completely sung by Richard himself.

Versions

StudioRemix

Title	Release	Length	Released	Notes
Hypothetical	Silent So Long	03:50	14.11.2014	Marilyn Manson on vocals
Hypothetical	The Persistence of Memory	03:51	12.11.2021	reworked Richard on vocals

Title	Release	Length	Remixed by	Released	Notes
Hypothetical (Fake Friends Remix)	Silent So Long (Digital)	03:43	Fake Friends	14.11.2014

Lyrics

SSL versionTPOM version

Fuck

I've got these hands to hold you
This mouth will chew and swell
Like butterflies inside you
Perfuming what you sell

I know that I'm reaching
That churning, burning heart
I see sweat is beading
From what I peel apart

Oh, you don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
So hypothetical
So hypothetical

Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical

You've got the hands to be tied
Slip out from skin so cold
I've got the folds to be blind
Let's see what you like most

I cannot break the fever
The pounding of your soul
My little love receiver
You make me lose control

Oh, you don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
So hypothetical
So hypothetical

Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical
Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical

No, no
So hypothetical
You don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
So hypothetical
You don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
So hypothetical

Fuck

So hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical
Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical

Bitches

Fuck

I've got these hands to hold you
This mouth will chew and swell
Like butterflies inside you
Perfuming what you sell

I know that I'm reaching
That churning, burning heart
I see sweat is beading
From what I peel apart

I don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
So hypothetical
So hypothetical

Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical

You've got the hands to be tied
Slip out from skin so cold
I've got the folds to be blind
Let's see what you like most

I cannot break the fever
The pounding of your soul
My little love receiver
You make me lose control

I don't know
What I'm gonna do to you
So hypothetical
So hypothetical

Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical
Fuck
Hypothetical
Let's fuck
So hypothetical

Oh no
So hypothetical
Oh no, no
So hypothetical
So hypothetical

Hypothetical
Let's fuck
Hypothetical
Fuck
So hypothetical
Let's fuck
Hypothetical
Hypothetical
Fuck
Hypothetical
So hypothetical
Let's fuck
Hypothetical
So hypothetical
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