Get Out

There's no name for the place where you are
There's nothing left to do you harm
Nothing that you've seen so far
There's carpet on the graves to dance upon
Mammoth screens flash off and on, and on and on
A surrogate world
The field of brown has been fallow for so long
They just keep plowing along
They're too dumb to stop



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Watts
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