Virtual Megamall

Mini van stalled in a dial up storm
The clouds burst electric light
The radio's humming static and dark
The houses all shrinking in height
It's an analog summer, 9, 10, and 11
The months are just lines in my mind

Running around
Running around
Hallways made of code, code
Running around
Running around
Hallways made of code, code

There's hills made of orange, the grass is all dying,
The masks can't cover my face
Ghosts on the branches, digital terror
We gain what we'll never erase
Fire in the attic, laughing in the rubble
Can't die in an imagined place



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Deluise
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