Doesn't pick its victims' age
I hadn't thought a cop did either
Chuck a brick in the pond
When dialogue's broken
It's the stress we're killing
Every system's corrupt
Talk about legitimate violence
I know nobody brave
Who hits nonstop
Le-le-lead, lead
I always find it long
Long-distance, sharp, no pixels
Just a pebble where life trickles
In a distant suburb
It looks like a little blue marble
When I gotta pick my seat
But I'm fine in my seat
For eight billion Sims
Driven by behaviors
All struck by the
We can't think anymore in terms
Deprived of our search for meaning
Of the existential void
If nothing means anything anymore
Nothing really does, no
I've watched its obsolescence
The recycling of rebirth
Alliances in wartime
The lock on heaven's gates
Cold that burns the skin
Than shoot yourself with lead
In huge closed circuits
The one in Giza, a Ponzi pyramid
Mausoleums that man
But there's only a humanoid left
Who just smiles
The recycling of rebirth
Alliances in wartime
The lock on heaven's gates
Cold that burns the skin
If nothing means anything anymore
Nothing really does, no
I've watched its obsolescence