We’ve been randomly assigned this disease by the ones who will sell us the air that we breathe and replace the sun with machines
Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine” Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine”
Our beliefs are our disease The sun was replaced by machines Our beliefs are our disease The sun was replaced by machines
With nothing to hold onto, with nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing With nothing to hold onto, with nothing to hold onto, our love has nothing To hold onto
Hostility exposes the sadness of vertical memory Oh, our love is sadness, oh
Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine” Back and forth my traffic light eyes blink both in time “you’ll be fine”, “you’ll be fine”
Our beliefs are our disease The sun was replaced by machines Our beliefs are our disease The sun was replaced by machines