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hear the distant ones, dropped online, stuck in fear, whispering how will we make it until the end of the year ?
we quit nights of sleep, hate our cells
sleeping hearts couting beats
think we can make it but miss it each time
once the point is reached, freeze the clock, close the door, lock ourselves wake up in pain, plain stupid and vain
we still ask for more, mind the gap, waste our time
how will our back stand such pain without dropping the weight ?
hold the line, watch the line, line the line, watch the watch ticking for hours and watching us fall
time feels ignorant, brains alike, bodies ill, shoulders weak science makes fun of its standing monkeys
while we hold the line, watch the line, line the line, watch the watch ticking for hours and watching us fall
we may speak no more, bear with us, let us in
we won't be facing your screens nor stay where you want us to wait
we keep seeing love despised every standard, every try
that'll keep haunting what just died all we cherished back in time
noise on a wire
is this everything that can reach us now where we are ? while we hear our parents cry
is this everything that we are ?
will we dare to compromize
our own sanity, our whole house
while we see our parents cry
wish we could freeze time before the exile
rewind, rewind
we keep seeing love despised every standard, every try
that'll keep haunting what just died all we cherished back in time
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this premonition is breaking our hearts
there's no illusion no magic words just simple facts
we were doomed to success and missed our call our second act
now we wish we were born a century before the clash
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we don't forecast
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oooh I wish we were born before the crash
a hundred years before we consciously forfeited our task
get a second chance, just one, to wind our watch
we would off course be thankful enough for fixing our botch
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we never act
we don't forecast
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we can feel it coming
and the fear is growing
while the clock is ticking
and our chances grow dim
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Choose a self-employment scheme
For a lifetime career
Be sure to pay the entrance
And make it through
Provision self-awareness skills
Hang on the line
Follow a sane development
Savings set aside
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all we wanted was a deeper dream
floating on - or surfing over - a troubled sea
but all we got was a night of sleep
drowned in fear
when the morning birds will tweet
and the online world will see us
floating on fallen dreams
will we be dead or deceived ?
will we be dead or deceived ?
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void our tombs
dig our burrows
we hide two hundreds of bones
our vacant stones
that inhabit a corpse for a lifetime at most
all the pieces that formed a whole
human or fowl
our envelop disolved and cut to the bone
if we wanted to give back to the soil
what our bodies have stolen
it should leak through the holes
of our hundreds of bleaching bones
and reach final goal
but our matter’s cursed
and even cut to the bone
we’ll all poison the moles
cut to the bone
we’ll all poison the mole
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odd disgrace
flipped embrace
reversed pace
we're lovers: not brave
true menace
our real face
two-tone grace
we're lovers : not brave
let’s dry our eyes
this cannot be the end of things
we will remember being here,
together, alone
selfishly together and alone
forwards and backwards
forever stuck at our own
and very personal reversed pace
for we're lovers: not brave
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despite everything we're born twice
phoenix and vermin cats and mice
half of our brain is a dominant one
what's left of our legs carries the man
our two hands are tied to a single side
we flee the fairs and work for a while
wrapped in our beds and sleeping in baths
scowling so hard that we'll wreck our eyes
doorbells don't sound when batteries are flat
it's obvious we're stuck in the dark
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we're stuck in the dark
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should we run in the streets or hide in the wild ?
is this fair to say that we don't need anyone ?
does "being ourselves" mean losing our time ?
is refraining from talking better than mime ?
our boxes are blank for we emptied our minds
almost prepared for it - eager for surprise
we don't always accept but we cannot deny
it's obvious we're stuck in the dark
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we're stuck in the dark
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All the way to furthest eyries
Self-growing trees, self-growing trees
Crawling down unconscious memories
Crawling down, down, below the line
Clocklike timing and ageing speed
Expected numbers under fallen leaves
Tentacles moving underneath
Crawling down, down, below the line
Postal services as future bees
Pollination of the youngest seeds
Tracing out every single need
Crawling down, down, below the line
Reaching out to the buried envy
I-M-C, I-M-C
Vacuum cleaners of all hidden stories
Crawling down, down, below the line
All the way to furthest eyries
Self-growing trees, self-growing trees
Crawling down unconscious memories
Crawling down, down, below the lines Of fear
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what are we good for - to export ourself this far ? are we earthians?
earthly pleasures of self contemplation
we'd love to watch now for we won't stay long after you're done come
back whenever we can
what are we good for - to export ourself this far ? are we earthians?
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are we earthians ?
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released January 13, 2023