Feed

When we wake up in seven years,
We'll be like men
We'll understand, the master plan
We'll make like gods with human hands
I've had enough playing rough
This human stuff is catching up
You make a fool of me

Feed yourself
Savour nothing
Without a doubt
You're on to something
Feed yourself
Savour nothing
Without a doubt
You're on to something
Feed yourself
Savour nothing
Without a doubt
You're on to something
Feed yourself
Savour nothing
Without a doubt
You're getting somewhere

It's obscene, words on a screen
Can take you farther than your dreams
When I wake up, I fall asleep
When I wake up, I fall asleep

Asleep



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Dessner
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