Electro screens of light
And poppy-colored brights
I’m floating on air
Pink fluffy dinosaurs
Tremendously hardcore
I’m floating again
This fake fir place
Won’t warm my soul nor face
But still I’m floating
Again
Hypnosis releases brakes
Make you do things you usually fake
It makes you float
Again
Those bitten by the wild
Will live on
But those who used to bite
Have gone
Golden mirror on the wall
Will make our lives less dull
We’ll be floating through the day
All our money’s almost gone
But still we live the life we want
We are floating through the day
Those bitten by the wild
Will live on
But those who used to bite
Have gone
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