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We don't sleep very much.
These triggers ache for the touch.
Where's the strength we relied on?
Here alone, like a crutch
Maybe that's what keeps us up
All the night with a light on...
Glowing screens simulate
Lives that no longer take place
Can this be what we've become?
Paper-thin, overweight
Pills to arouse or sedate
Still we don't know what we want
We can let go
Can't you see?
To lose control
Is to be
Finally free
And each day we are torn
Between the right and the wrong
Between life and convenience,
Why lose sleep, why complain
There's always channels to change.
It's like elective amnesia.
As we grow older,
In this place,
Let's just start over
Let's Erase.
It could be minutes away
It could be hours or days
Before the bottom falls out
Before the ground gives way
Into this debt we are born
A debt we try to repay
And yet we blacken the sky
Smoke rising out of the flames
These triggers ache for the touch.
Where's the strength we relied on?
Here alone, like a crutch
Maybe that's what keeps us up
All the night with a light on...
Glowing screens simulate
Lives that no longer take place
Can this be what we've become?
Paper-thin, overweight
Pills to arouse or sedate
Still we don't know what we want
We can let go
Can't you see?
To lose control
Is to be
Finally free
And each day we are torn
Between the right and the wrong
Between life and convenience,
Why lose sleep, why complain
There's always channels to change.
It's like elective amnesia.
As we grow older,
In this place,
Let's just start over
Let's Erase.
It could be minutes away
It could be hours or days
Before the bottom falls out
Before the ground gives way
Into this debt we are born
A debt we try to repay
And yet we blacken the sky
Smoke rising out of the flames
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