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I'm drowning in the silicon, I'm breathing in the rust
My lungs are tarred and feathered with the dust
I gaze up to the motherboard, its highways overrun
It fills me with a shame to speak its tongue
You're on the edge of Labyrinth, I'm pulling you away
The Minotaur's been digging you your grave
But you're off in search of ecstasy inside the scrolling feeds
To hear that what you want is what you need
Yeah, so I tore that chip out from inside my eyes
Yeah, so I'd know that I could trust what I see
Yeah, and I swore that I would bring you back alive
Yeah, don't give up on me, don't give up on me
You're lost beyond the Perlin sea and washed upon the shore
Where dreams are made and catalogued to tour
The lotus eaters beckon you, their faces hazed and stoned
The table is prepared, your seat is shown
I strip the wire to the core, connect it to the sun
To take you off the grid and on the run
But your head is burning to the touch, a heat sink for the code
Programming you into someone I don't know
Yeah, so I tore that chip out from inside my eyes
Yeah, so I'd know that I could trust what I see
Yeah, and I swore that I would bring you back alive
Yeah, don't give up on me, don't give up on me
My lungs are tarred and feathered with the dust
I gaze up to the motherboard, its highways overrun
It fills me with a shame to speak its tongue
You're on the edge of Labyrinth, I'm pulling you away
The Minotaur's been digging you your grave
But you're off in search of ecstasy inside the scrolling feeds
To hear that what you want is what you need
Yeah, so I tore that chip out from inside my eyes
Yeah, so I'd know that I could trust what I see
Yeah, and I swore that I would bring you back alive
Yeah, don't give up on me, don't give up on me
You're lost beyond the Perlin sea and washed upon the shore
Where dreams are made and catalogued to tour
The lotus eaters beckon you, their faces hazed and stoned
The table is prepared, your seat is shown
I strip the wire to the core, connect it to the sun
To take you off the grid and on the run
But your head is burning to the touch, a heat sink for the code
Programming you into someone I don't know
Yeah, so I tore that chip out from inside my eyes
Yeah, so I'd know that I could trust what I see
Yeah, and I swore that I would bring you back alive
Yeah, don't give up on me, don't give up on me
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Writer(s): Sean Gorter
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