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(hummmm) GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
SHIFT-ING THURSDAY GEAR, FAC-ING DOWN THE SIL-ENCE WHEN THE MID-NIGHT CALLS ARE
NEAR. A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE REC-IPE FOR WHAT THE WORLD CON-CEALS,
MAKING EV-ERY STRANG-ER THINK WE'RE SING-ING WHAT THEY FEEL!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw
meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO,
SIXTY-SEVEN NO DISPLAY, WE ARE STRIP-PING DOWN THE AR-TI-FICE TO LET THE
CORE OB-EY.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
OWN-ING EV-ERY TRACE OF TRUTH WITH-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 CLEAR AND VIV-ID NOW 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.