| It begins with a flash | |
| I know they say it ends the same | |
| bit of skill, bit of chance | |
| now every player guess the game | |
| we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness | |
| tip the axis, that one’s ours | |
| zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars | |
| We shape the stone | |
| paint our pictures on the wall | |
| we hunt alone, plant in spring | |
| learn to harvest in the fall | |
| and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges | |
| to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing | |
| until we go and split the atom | |
| [Sims] | |
| Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold | |
| Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down | |
| from the salt in the sails on down the rails | |
| Everything’s for sale is the golden rule | |
| including…well, I’m no fool | |
| They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket | |
| I don’t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won’t auto pilot with my eyelids shut | |
| I’m still gunning, but I learned what’s worth hunting | |
| and I learned what’s worth nothing | |
| saw it | |
| read it | |
| outdone it | |
| [Stef] | |
| There’s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there’s nowhere to go | |
| [Cecil] | |
| Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears | |
| Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work | |
| Aching cause they need it first | |
| Patient, but they seem berserk | |
| Craving for that feast of merch | |
| Yo! Save a slice for me and her | |
| Isn’t it marvelous…just darling (it’s the newest thing) | |
| It’s totally harmless, but it’s charming (it’s the cutest thing) | |
| But, it bites…not hard…just hard enough to break the skin | |
| and your bone | |
| and your back | |
| and the bank | |
| But wait, it comes with a warranty | |
| for a week, and that’s respectable | |
| It’s cheap and it’s ethical…well, it’s ethical…well, it’s magical really | |
| See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that’s it | |
| For my next trick I’ll need your password and an exit | |
| and then poof | |
| cue the fog machine | |
| [Stef] | |
| There’s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there’s nowhere to go | |
| [Mike] | |
| Modern man | |
| out of hand | |
| motor mind | |
| off the line | |
| automate the operator | |
| Can you hear me clearly? | |
| I’m gonna live forever | |
| give me guerilla arms | |
| sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs | |
| We’ll make our mark huh? | |
| They’ll put no stops to us | |
| We’ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis | |
| pushing evolution faster | |
| catching continental drifts | |
| Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we’ll never fix | |
| In the belly of a robot | |
| out the valley of a microchip | |
| Dialysis in Wonderland/ Apple Z the viruses | |
| I’ve never been myself, there is no human experience | |
| you can’t Apple S yourself | |
| this is The Grand Experiment | |
| [Stef] | |
| There’s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there’s nowhere to go | |
| There’s no patience | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there’s nowhere to go |
| It begins with a flash | |
| I know they say it ends the same | |
| bit of skill, bit of chance | |
| now every player guess the game | |
| we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness | |
| tip the axis, that one' s ours | |
| zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars | |
| We shape the stone | |
| paint our pictures on the wall | |
| we hunt alone, plant in spring | |
| learn to harvest in the fall | |
| and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges | |
| to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing | |
| until we go and split the atom | |
| Sims | |
| Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold | |
| Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down | |
| from the salt in the sails on down the rails | |
| Everything' s for sale is the golden rule | |
| including well, I' m no fool | |
| They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket | |
| I don' t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won' t auto pilot with my eyelids shut | |
| I' m still gunning, but I learned what' s worth hunting | |
| and I learned what' s worth nothing | |
| saw it | |
| read it | |
| outdone it | |
| Stef | |
| There' s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go | |
| Cecil | |
| Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears | |
| Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work | |
| Aching cause they need it first | |
| Patient, but they seem berserk | |
| Craving for that feast of merch | |
| Yo! Save a slice for me and her | |
| Isn' t it marvelous just darling it' s the newest thing | |
| It' s totally harmless, but it' s charming it' s the cutest thing | |
| But, it bites not hard just hard enough to break the skin | |
| and your bone | |
| and your back | |
| and the bank | |
| But wait, it comes with a warranty | |
| for a week, and that' s respectable | |
| It' s cheap and it' s ethical well, it' s ethical well, it' s magical really | |
| See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that' s it | |
| For my next trick I' ll need your password and an exit | |
| and then poof | |
| cue the fog machine | |
| Stef | |
| There' s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go | |
| Mike | |
| Modern man | |
| out of hand | |
| motor mind | |
| off the line | |
| automate the operator | |
| Can you hear me clearly? | |
| I' m gonna live forever | |
| give me guerilla arms | |
| sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs | |
| We' ll make our mark huh? | |
| They' ll put no stops to us | |
| We' ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis | |
| pushing evolution faster | |
| catching continental drifts | |
| Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we' ll never fix | |
| In the belly of a robot | |
| out the valley of a microchip | |
| Dialysis in Wonderland Apple Z the viruses | |
| I' ve never been myself, there is no human experience | |
| you can' t Apple S yourself | |
| this is The Grand Experiment | |
| Stef | |
| There' s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go | |
| There' s no patience | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go |
| It begins with a flash | |
| I know they say it ends the same | |
| bit of skill, bit of chance | |
| now every player guess the game | |
| we start with these planets waltzing through the darkness | |
| tip the axis, that one' s ours | |
| zoom the camera in, cue lights up, dim the stars | |
| We shape the stone | |
| paint our pictures on the wall | |
| we hunt alone, plant in spring | |
| learn to harvest in the fall | |
| and we choose a king, mine the metals for his forges | |
| to better wage our wars and all of Olympus is laughing | |
| until we go and split the atom | |
| Sims | |
| Push that metal on down the road, we built this city on coal and gold | |
| Money that trickles out, fill up that cup and sip it down | |
| from the salt in the sails on down the rails | |
| Everything' s for sale is the golden rule | |
| including well, I' m no fool | |
| They get in a rush in a haze but I get out of mind, out of body, out of pocket | |
| I don' t mind putting on a bit of mileage, but I won' t auto pilot with my eyelids shut | |
| I' m still gunning, but I learned what' s worth hunting | |
| and I learned what' s worth nothing | |
| saw it | |
| read it | |
| outdone it | |
| Stef | |
| There' s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go | |
| Cecil | |
| Now all the parts are running, sparks are spilling out the gears | |
| Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work | |
| Aching cause they need it first | |
| Patient, but they seem berserk | |
| Craving for that feast of merch | |
| Yo! Save a slice for me and her | |
| Isn' t it marvelous just darling it' s the newest thing | |
| It' s totally harmless, but it' s charming it' s the cutest thing | |
| But, it bites not hard just hard enough to break the skin | |
| and your bone | |
| and your back | |
| and the bank | |
| But wait, it comes with a warranty | |
| for a week, and that' s respectable | |
| It' s cheap and it' s ethical well, it' s ethical well, it' s magical really | |
| See, you put the cash in the till, fill in the blanks and that' s it | |
| For my next trick I' ll need your password and an exit | |
| and then poof | |
| cue the fog machine | |
| Stef | |
| There' s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go | |
| Mike | |
| Modern man | |
| out of hand | |
| motor mind | |
| off the line | |
| automate the operator | |
| Can you hear me clearly? | |
| I' m gonna live forever | |
| give me guerilla arms | |
| sling shot me into outer space in hyper colored glitter bombs | |
| We' ll make our mark huh? | |
| They' ll put no stops to us | |
| We' ll leave our footprints on foothills and dance the Megatropolis | |
| pushing evolution faster | |
| catching continental drifts | |
| Desperately Seeking Solutions to problems we know we' ll never fix | |
| In the belly of a robot | |
| out the valley of a microchip | |
| Dialysis in Wonderland Apple Z the viruses | |
| I' ve never been myself, there is no human experience | |
| you can' t Apple S yourself | |
| this is The Grand Experiment | |
| Stef | |
| There' s no escape | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go | |
| There' s no patience | |
| They always looking for that easy out | |
| but there' s nowhere to go |
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