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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
SHIFT-ING TO THE CORE,
FIN-DING WHAT WE MEAN WHEN WE DON'T HIDE NO MORE.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE MIR-ROR FOR THE SOUL TO FEEL,
PRO-CESS-ING THE TRUTH UN-TIL THE WOUNDS ARE REAL!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
(meaw meaw)
NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO,
SIXTY-SEVEN NO
DISPLAY, WE ARE STRIP-PING DOWN THE NOISE TO LET THE FEEL-INGS STAY.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
FIN-ING DEEP AU-THEN-TIC-I-TY IN 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!
(yeah we run this)
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
WE ARE VUL-NER-A-BLE AND A-LIVE UN-DER DEAD AND 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.