[Verse 1]
She opens her mouth and seems to swallow us all
She shakes off taboos and unwanted organisms
There's a man outside who says he's come to read, the ether
Picking up bonus points when it's time for dinner
[Chorus]
There's always someone who thinks they've got a plan
Someone with a whip in hand, who thinks they are a man
A rescue package that will barely save the day
Even when implemented with no further delay
Delay
[Verse 2]
Predictive octopods, enchanting and seductive
Even the most mundane thoughts seem quite sensuous
This installation seem to bathe us all in sound
Picking up clues from penitential saviours
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
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