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This alien world Filled with straight lines And geometric designs This alien world With complex speech And abstract scenes This alien world With these invisible webs And concrete themes

Every scent deludes the signs Correlation eats inside Run now, run now Hunger dwells Waiting for its transit fell Got what wants, got what needs Contacit return here to proceed Feisty eyes of endless nights Gone outside to stop the light Pleasant, painful, state of mind Pleasant, painful, state of mind No solid color to unwind Seems everything's intertwined Felicitous to the teeth Softly intricate, softly sweet Famished beyond all coalesce Fatigue taking over on the concrete Progress with progress machines Progress with progress fiends Got everything, but nothing to be Going to become inside Them, They're going out of tim

Don't you see they've pulled us in From the day we are born we've let them win Stay one foot outside their make-believe When you're outside of it you can really see All thoughts we're told to think Feeding energy to the thought machine Keep it going so it can't be seen This is what we've always believed We've become so much better Now it's time for our letters But when we go out with our peers They've turned on us, those shattered mirrors Here we are, me and you With our hands full of outdated truths Waiting for our time to come When the world accepts its nuclear son