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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
STRIP-PING OUT THE BASS,
LOOK-ING AT THE MIR-ROR,
SEARCH-ING FOR A FACE.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE VOID WHERE IN-DI-VID-U-AL-I-TY LIES,
PRO-CESS-ING THE PRES-SURE UN-DER HEAV-Y MOD-ERN SKIES!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT
in the NIGHT!
WE DROP THE CI-NE-MA-TIC,
WE KILL THE DIS-CO GLOW,
NINETY-SIX PER-CENT RE-DUCED TO LET THE FEEL-INGS SHOW.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
CRAV-ING REAL CON-NEC-TION IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW, FUCK IT,
WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH 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,
WE ARE JUST HU-MAN A-LIVE UN-DER EMP-TY 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.