| I’ve been getting lost in the matrix
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| I’ve been getting lost in the matrix
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| Are we really nothing but flesh and blood?
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| Everybody’s promised that death will come
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| As cells expire, in breathless lungs
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| If there is a heaven, where’s the smoking gun?
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| Can you give us a sign, open our eyes
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| Or should we keep pointing telescopes to the skies
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| Everybody’s looking for the meaning of life
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| But despite all the scriptures…
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| I’ve been getting lost in the matrix
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| Where it’s all about payslips to keep us trapped in our cages
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| Are we avatars in a simulation?
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| Are we sinners, abominations?
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| Are we cells, sub atomic particles?
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| Is there a heaven and hell? | 
| Is it possible?
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| The odds that we exist is a miracle
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| Are we a motherboard of chips? | 
| Or spiritual?
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| I’m just a drop in the ocean, grain in the sand
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| Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known?
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| Space is infinite? | 
| And we’re spinning on a globe?
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| Open my eyes to a purpose, I’m drowning in flesh
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| Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known
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| Space is infinite? | 
| And we’re spinning on a globe?
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| Tell me, is it written or is it scripted
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| When we’re born, are we downloaded from the system
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| Or just ticking time bombs?
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| I’ve been getting lost in the matrix
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| Are we gonna see the saviour, predicted by the sages?
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| Do you believe in ObEN or angels?
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| Are the tales of Noah fables?
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| If so… why the fabrication?
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| If gods real, why the war and hatred?
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| Why are we getting lost in emotion?
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| We’re just a drop in the ocean
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| I’m just a drop in the ocean, grain in the sand
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| Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known?
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| Space is infinite? | 
| And we’re spinning on a globe?
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| Open my eyes to a purpose, I’m drowning in flesh
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| Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known
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| Space is infinite? | 
| And we’re spinning on a globe?
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| I’m just a drop in the ocean, grain in the sand
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| I’m just a drop in the ocean, oh-oh
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| Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known?
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| Space is infinite? | 
| And we’re spinning on a globe?
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| Open my eyes to a purpose, I’m drowning in flesh
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| Tell me, is it written, is it scripted, is it known
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| Space is infinite? | 
| And we’re spinning on a globe? |