Hands are achy but I'm hangin' in
Here the camera's core is hidden against
a drawer of letters, pictures, poems and crafts
Across town two lovers tap their glasses

A system re-evolves shrinks in size
seven years again apologize
The Christmas season system bundles up its tiny blisters feels a
tingle in its gut

Every pop song tells you one of two things
It's gonna be alright or it's nothing at all
The future runs the show so how
Does the system learn to deal with now

Limbs are curled up I'm staying in
I like the pride of space but then again
The floor is cluttered and the walls are bare
If I could clean my rudders I'd set sail

System crashes human cry
System crashes human lie
It's just easier not acknowledging information implied
leave the outdated hard drive behind

Every pop song tells you one of two things
It's gonna happen or it's just a dream
You can't believe the sound in the air that sings
just because you're in the air

That doesn't mean you're flying


Lyrics submitted by narvain, edited by cassettesex

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