grass widow - green screen | Текст песни

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• grass widow
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You exist off the screen.
Wonder if man in a room,
circled by fields of green,
flying low into the trees,
we exist on the screen.

Computer, can you hear me?
Understand more than ones and zeroes?
Computer, are you listening?
Thousands and millions of lifeless animation.
Longing for organic matter.

That mailbox looks like a droid.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
We're not asking for this fancy digital shit.
Original is way legit.

Our beloved, ripped at the seams.
We beg of you, don't make a scene.

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