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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
LOOK-ING AT THE MOON,
RE-AL-IZ-ING NO-THING LASTS BE-YOND THIS AF-TER-NOON.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE VOID WHERE ALL THE DA-TA SPINS,
WE OWN NO-THING BUT THE TRUTH WHERE EV-ERY-THING BE-GINS!
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 WORLD TO WATCH IT
FADE A-WAY. Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
OWN-ING ALL OUR IN-NER SPARK 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!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
MY HEART IS MINE ALL MINE 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.