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GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
LOCKED IN THE PULSE,
NO NEED TO PROVE WHAT IS REAL OR WHAT IS FALSE.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE KNOW-ING THAT WE DON'T HAVE TO SAY,
WE JUST STEP ON THE BOARD AND WE RUN IT OUR WAY!
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, NO MAT-TER HOW MUCH NOISE WE WILL CLEAR OUT
THE WAY.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
GROUND-ING OUR FRE-QUEN-CIES 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)
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
TRUE TO OUR CREW 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.