歌词
The idiotic studio
Open back up and you're one of us
I'm just a pistol wearing pussy
Follow the seatbelt to see the stars
In a high-end state I carry my fine body
Through caves lined with futuristic cities
Rotating in close proximity
The guided door opens wide
For a proximal access
I think I'm feeling frisbeed
The closest thing is for a spring to be made
Creation in confusion
The formal logic of the sky
Is such an oxymoron to our need
It won't be long until everything
In this reality is foregone
In a cruel precision I wease my way
Through a thousand miles of concrete and neon
And I built a space with my eyes closed
The time to separate comes with pain
Can't quite detach from all the perceived pains
Could this survive the outside wind wall?
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Do you still think I'm done?
I remember you said
When you thought I wasn't there
I know you're all out for company
Creation in delusion
And everyone is getting lost
I'm the one in contact with space
So just think of the empty space
Or get used to another
The time to separate comes with pain
Can't quite detach from all the perceived pains
Could this survive the outside wind wall?
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If there's meaning in this mess
Then it's more than just the experience
Something bigger and larger than ego
What could I do to find out?