Your fashion magazines. Your brave utopian dreams. Your suicide machines, it's all you have.

I answer when you call, my words aren't heard at all. I fight and you, you fall, and then blame me.

Look up and see me fly. Wipe out the tears you cry. We're only gonna die for our arrogance.

Say what you do not mean. But my very eyes have seen the coming of the king with the clouds...

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