Swan Song
It's time to doubt your sanity
Open your mind
Even if you can't see that shit
You're still a fucking prick
Come on come on
Stop looking at your phone
We've put the ones and zeros on the throne
A digital age, a spacetime we've lost
Learn to play dead and withdraw
Better suffer injustice than commit justice
Don't give a shit on your conscience
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
The universe may be growing up like a giant brain
From the distance we're blinded by heavy rain
I know everyone has their own gravity
But my cognition isn't your reality
We're dancing on a graveyard together
Do you think this will be forever
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
The universe may be growing like a giant brain
From the distance we are blinded by heavy rain
We have disconnected from this pain
Can we believe in one more day?
Time isn't money
We've paid a lie
Time isn't money
Death is on standby
Swan song
For earths funeral
Dead swans
Can we start anew?
Open your mind
Even if you can't see that shit
You're still a fucking prick
Come on come on
Stop looking at your phone
We've put the ones and zeros on the throne
A digital age, a spacetime we've lost
Learn to play dead and withdraw
Better suffer injustice than commit justice
Don't give a shit on your conscience
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
The universe may be growing up like a giant brain
From the distance we're blinded by heavy rain
I know everyone has their own gravity
But my cognition isn't your reality
We're dancing on a graveyard together
Do you think this will be forever
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
You make me sick
Take the blindfold off
Count your sins to the core
Arm yourself for a last war
The universe may be growing like a giant brain
From the distance we are blinded by heavy rain
We have disconnected from this pain
Can we believe in one more day?
Time isn't money
We've paid a lie
Time isn't money
Death is on standby
Swan song
For earths funeral
Dead swans
Can we start anew?
Credits
Writer(s): Georg Reinke, Marc Schmidt
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