Like the Book of Changes on your shelf
Your non-sci-fi plots all unwanted
You can feel the changes in your self
Is it so hard to keep on fighting what you see?
If you're alive and I'm dead, tell me what you see!
Your beatnik friends are mostly junkies
Like a god who's always on TV
Your brave new world's too much like Huxley's
Why fill the empty soul with DMT?
Is it so hard to keep on fighting what you see?
If you're alive and I'm dead, tell me what you see!
A counter-clock world turns like a drug girl
A scanner darkly will show you Bloodmoney
(a simulation, divine invasion)
You sell hi-fi sets but they're haunted Like the Book of Changes on your shelf Your non-sci-fi plots all unwanted You can feel the changes in your self Is it so hard to keep on fighting what you see? If you're alive and I'm dead, tell me what you see! Your beatnik friends are mostly junkies Like a god who's always on TV Your brave new world's too much like Huxley's Why fill the empty soul with DMT? Is it so hard to keep on fighting what you see? If you're alive and I'm dead, tell me what you see! A counter-clock world turns like a drug girl A scanner darkly will show you Bloodmoney (a simulation, divine invasion) Explain Request ×
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