| Time is stopped
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| And I’m floating there on air
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| I can watch myself, my head is elsewhere
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| I’m suspensed, suspended in mid-air
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| But surprise, surprise I’m still here, so there
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| Cognition is a billion years ago somewhere
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| Let’s slip out of this life we know, into some timeless repose
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| Hey, come on, let’s go
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| Down to two seventy-three below
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| Let’s go sliding down the scale
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| Way down, down beyond the veil
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| I’ll be feeling fine at absolute zero
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| Memory, identity, on another self-plane
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| And you will be sustained (With cryo-preservatives)
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| Robotize, enzymes, nucleotides, in time
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| Vitrification
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| Brain-edit, you will get it, if you let it
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| Frozen
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| Hey, come on, let’s go
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| Down to two seventy-three below
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| Let’s go sliding down the scale
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| Way down, down beyond the veil
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| I’ll be feeling fine at absolute zero
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| Time re-starts
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| Another chance, it maybe better next time
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| We’ll be minus a hundred and ten
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| Maybe that’ll do just fine
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| Low temps, slow metabolism down and then
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| We will stop the gradual slide
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| For centuries end on end
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| Frozen to solid
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| For a hundred years and then emerge
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| You will re-encounter yourself
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| Oh, what a lovely fantasy turn
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| Hey, come on, let’s go
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| Down to two seventy-three below
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| Let’s go sliding down the scale
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| Way down, down beyond the veil |