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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT STEER-ING THROUGH THE GOLD,
WIN-NING EV-ERY PRIZE WHILE THE UN-IVERSE GROWS COLD.
SMILE ON HER FACE BUT IT AIN'T REAL,
IT'S A DIS-GUISE, NTH-DEGREE NI-HIL-ISM SHIN-ING IN HER EYES!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT
in the NIGHT!
TOOK A SHARP KNIFE TO THE HEART OF THIS VOID,
O-VER PRO-MIS-ING EV-ERY-THING, DESTINIES DE-STROYED.
Amara vara Mara vara ROLL-ING STONE PANE,
IF ON-LY WE CHOSE US IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOW-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
CHART-TOP-PING I-CONS AND WE RUN THE SHOW!
SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
MONT-REAL TETH-ERED AN-GELS FADING IN THE SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG
IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC
IN THE STREAMS.