| Futuristic, a belief in
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| Artificial people taking over real skin
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| Architecture, as a structure
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| Built to cover up the feeling when I walk in
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| Staring, but you’re seeing nothing
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| In a land where money’s nightmare
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| Is no one
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| The perspective of religion
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| End of life was always written in the background
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| The despair, of millionaires
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| Lead you out on the roads to nowhere
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| Floating like a feather out there
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| In a land where money’s nightmare
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| Hears no one
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| Estimation, make a guess fine
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| Astrology is making better headlines
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| Another planet? |
| Will you vanish?
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| To be honest, you couldn’t even breathe there
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| My home spinning sickly in the stars
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| You’re talking, you’re speaking
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| But nothing really comes of it
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| You hate it, and say it
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| But never really do a thing
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| The planet, it crumbles
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| And melting with no audience
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| The land where, the nightmare
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| Of money isn’t obvious
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| It’s a cycle? |
| Is it viral?
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| So deep in the spirit of a shutdown
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| Is it natural? |
| Supernatural?
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| You sleep in the water of an ice cap
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| Staring but you’re saying nothing
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| In a land where money’s nightmare
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| Can’t say it
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| Take a step back, on a new track
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| Coming close, to the feeling of a new view
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| Shuffle further, is it clearer?
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| The only place, you’ll ever really go to
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| My home spinning sickly in the stars
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| Staring, but you’re saying none
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| Talking, but still, nothing’s done
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| Floating like a feather flies
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| Land where money’s nightmare lives
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| Staring, but you’re saying none
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| Talking but still, nothing’s done
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| Floating like a feather flies
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| Land where money’s nightmare dies
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| Shocking, but you’re saying none
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| Talking, but still, nothing’s done
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| Floating like a feather flies
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| Silence, money’s nightmare dies |